Hard Play And Little To No Work

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A pride of bunnies are working on a redwood deck in order to bring it up to insurance requirements.  Three of these rabbits have no idea what they are doing, so there is much banging of nails and goofing off.  Billy, center, does know something about carpentry, you could not live in some of the hutches he has and not know how to fix things.  As usual, rabbits are having the time of their lives when they get together and are as busy as can be, although not at repairing the deck.  It is now late afternoon and none of these guys can legally operate a vehicle.  Even Billy, the marginally more responsible bunny, is starting to worry that the clothing he is wearing makes him look rustic and dull, and that his friends are making huge inroads into his stash without him.  Billy, it should be noted, is using paint and power tools while wearing his prized Sandro Moscoloni cream and tan saddle shoes, he may work hard but that is no reason not to look phenomenal while he is at it.  This is why he runs through leather and has to haunt thrift stores, while he loves quality he regards possessions as there for him, not he for them.  His feet are too big for easy shopping so this is one busy bunny on weekends!
Soon these four will start drinking heavily and playing Farkle, a game best experienced on the edge of consciousness.  The tools will be left out all night and the unwashed paint brushes will have to be thrown away, or left in a dried pools of cheap oil based paint for several months, bonding to the decaying redwood and finally having to be removed with a chisel if removed at all.
Rabbits are a lot of fun but not exactly your go to people for serious work, the beavers do the job right the first time, and you will have to call them in anyway after sending the intoxicated, half dressed, sassmouth paint splashed bunnies home.


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