My scribe sat down to write down my Bunnily for today and sketched me instead. My rule is that if there's an empty space in my journal, the hoomin has to fill it with some kind of linework.
I was reposing in my favorite loafer, pondering the imponderable.
I thought to myself, "He needs to paint me like one of those french bunnehs." I'm fairly black and white, with endless shades of gray in between, so it shall be a good exercise for him. And now it is written. And it will be the way; ha!
Good night, and good luck!
- Charlie
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