Babies in the bun-bun

Nature is a violent thing sometimes, like when we discovered our little Pipster was not a boy bunny after all. Two seconds was all it took for me to reach across the porch and rip Rory off her — the big brute — but it seems that's all it took.

I just got the call from my stepdaughter.

"Pip is pulling out all her fur!"

Gulp. We  thought we'd just passed the threshold. Whew, we said, no babies to hoist off on people! But apparently, Pip just likes her little bun-buns well cooked.

Anyone want a rabbit?