What A Mean Little Bunny!





No one cares, aging rabbit.  Your salad days have withered.  You are alone.  Only on paper can you look good.  Your speed is going, and you know what happens to slow rabbits.  There is more to life than sulking and being rude to everyone you meet.  And how about all that money you have?  Car running OK?  How's the wife and kids?  Oh, I see,...really, little bunny, game over.  You should have been nicer to people, that way your funeral might be more than an excuse for a party.
On a long enough timeline everyone's life expectancy drops to zero.








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