Good Evening, Everybun!
Now, how did you guess that? Yes, the salaaaaaad pile is way bigger than me. And I'd tell all about it, but, you know, that chunk of kale in my mouf, that raspberry waiting to be devoured. Maybe next time.
We'll keep you posted,
PS: At least our hoomin picked two large boxes of hay from buncle Kurtis at the Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue. Of course, he came back smelling funny again. Funny as in "he was holding and snorgling a strange bun" funny. I think Arthur was his name; that's right, Arthur. I remember because he wouldn't shut up about him! "Oh, what a snuggle bun Arthur is, and Arthur this, and Arthur that," and he went on and on about it!