All the Little People at “The Grand Party to Celebrate the Rabbits” loved on me.

Look, they always do.

They can’t help it, really.

Charm, innit.

I have it the most:

Charm with dem Little People.

This time there were three of them. And they all ended up wanting to hug me. Which is the way I work it. And it’s great because then I can lick their faces, which taste like the things they’ve eaten, which are things I don’t fully understand, but I want to know more.

I really do.

And maybe I could: maybe I could know more. They tell the Bald Man they want to take me home.

But it’ll never happen…

That poor bastard would be lost without me.

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