When our kids, were little, they wanted Bunnies. We picked up a couple, at the Pet Store. They were very cute, when they were small. We kept them in a Particle Board enclosure, that I built. It was our son's job, to clean out the pissy hay every day. I guess he got tired, of this job, because the bottom of the Particle Board, was becoming saturated, and was taking on, a new shape. My wife went down, to feed them on day, and they were scratching a hole, in the wood. They were just about, free. Later on, she put an ad, in the paper, and someone came, and gave them a new home.My wife asked me, if I was sad that they were gone. I asked her, if I could have my own Bunny. (Playboy) Her answer started with a F, and ended with a U.