Sometimes we like to drive just far enough outside of city limits to make us feel like we went on vacation. We pretend to be really comfortable around horses, as if we grew up riding them. We get a little scared when they nibble at our shirt cuffs. We name them really great names. We are a little disappointed when we find out their real names are Diane and Charlie. (Not that there's anything wrong with those names). We buy berries and cheese and old fashioned candies and coffee from the farm stand to eat on the drive home. We say a final farewell to the sweetest bunnies. We may have said we would get some bunnies for home. We approach the city limits with full bellies, tired bodies, and a fading desire for bunnies at home.
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i love it. i had a white half appaloosa half arabian named strawberry when i was 10. but i was never allowed to get a bunny. good thing, they chew everything! i love vacations like this, too :)
I had a couple of pet bunnies at one point. You do not want pet bunnies. Better to spot wild bunnies and enjoy them from afar.
Serenbee ?
You never said how You named those horses (´・_・`)
just remember that rabbits bite, and piss on themselves.
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