Could bunnies be wise? Daniel held it up and made solid eye contact with the pet. It certainly had a noble look about it, like the bunny knew more than he was letting on. Where had he come up with Socrates when he could’ve said something generic or literary like Hazel or Thumper? For the first time, it occurred to him that he might be in a pet store because he actually wanted a pet. If all Daniel was looking for was a cheap meal, there were hundreds of stray animals roaming around the city. He didn’t have to pay for one.
Hell, maybe he’d adopt a bunny. Or a duck. Jeez, he was getting weird, like one of those centuries-old vampires who’d had all the blood and sex they could stand, so they started cultivating eccentric habits instead, only Daniel hadn’t had all the blood and sex he could stand. In fact, he had the opposite problem.
So he walked back into the shop proper and started looking at large cages with attached water bottles, cubes of plastic-covered cedar shavings, and the like. “I had a cousin once who ate a handful of rabbit pellets," he mused. "He thought they were cocoa puffs. Remind me not to make that mistake.”
Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts
on 2014-03-12 05:14 am (UTC)Hell, maybe he’d adopt a bunny. Or a duck. Jeez, he was getting weird, like one of those centuries-old vampires who’d had all the blood and sex they could stand, so they started cultivating eccentric habits instead, only Daniel hadn’t had all the blood and sex he could stand. In fact, he had the opposite problem.
So he walked back into the shop proper and started looking at large cages with attached water bottles, cubes of plastic-covered cedar shavings, and the like. “I had a cousin once who ate a handful of rabbit pellets," he mused. "He thought they were cocoa puffs. Remind me not to make that mistake.”