Awfully cheeky, I thought, until I saw it had hopped over to the side of another rabbit, this one a wild one, not a bred one like itself. “Well,” I thought, “he’s found himself a native wife. Or she’s found herself a wild husband. In either case, they seem to make quite the pair.”
What I fear, of course, is that this lapine canoodling will lead to more rabbits, more silflay, and my garden will be rendered “zorn”.