I would show you the bunny but you will see why after you read the story.
My husband tells him to put something over it.
Of course, he doesn't.
Next morning we can not find the bunny.
We tore things up looking for him.
Found him! Yea...large squeals of happiness.
He is so cute that I just have to hold him, speaking soft words of love and the bugger jumps out of my hands. Hits the ground running...bangs into dressers and runs again. I am laughing and squealing again....he is just too fast for me.
Once again we are in search of the bunny.
Finally find him and well....
he gets a cardboard lid with shoes on top (of course we grab everything we can find that is just at arms reach).
Next morning, bunny is gone again.
Husband and I are in a hurry but we take the time to find him...don't want no dead bunny in my fabric (it is all about the fabric).
We find him and the pesty bugger high tails it again. We both had to go and great ready to leave but not until every piece of fabric is out of the bottom binds and the room is in disarray.
Find the little grass munch put him back in the tub....make sure there are more shoes on the cardboard...put a note telling my son not to open it up....
No worries, my son has someone that will take him that raises bunnies....he will be gone tomorrow but until then we can only hope that he doesn't hop his way in some little cubby that we can not find him.
On a different note!!!! I am on the last two squares...won't someone come and finish it for me?