Some gardeners in Great Britain are complaining about a giant rabbit eating their turnips, and they're looking to catch or kill that rascally rabbit. Don't they realize he needs all the fuel he can get, in anticipation of a week from this Sunday?
If they shoot him or trap him before then, how will all those kids out there get their chocolate eggs and jelly beans? I mean, I can only do so much, myself, with my fuzzy slippers and bunny ear headband. I don't think I can get more than a dozen or so houses covered before the kids wake up in my home town.
Hey, you cwazy Bwits! Weave the Wabbit awone!
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