The Bunny Or The Trailer?

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     Very cold last night, and the wind started ripping my canvas off the top of the trailer.  I was out in shirtsleeves tying it and I knew I would get sick.  I did.  Speed was of the essence as I only had a little time before I had ripped tarp all over the river bottoms.
     I am sick, and this is about as interested in this drawing as I am going to get.  I put myself to sleep last night reading De Quincey's essay on murder.  Good stuff.  I stayed in my shed til late, listening to 101.1 Sun Radio, Austin's best station for Outlaw country, Rockabilly and sundry others.  My guitar work is sounding smoother, if not good.
     I was buried under cats this morning.
     The answer to the title, is, of course, obvious! 

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