The Wages of Sin...
..are death. Or savage mockery.
Consider the Bunny, who recently saw fit to mock my notions of how a proper castle should be run. It was a brutal and unprovoked attack, and cut me to the quick.
And yet... could Bunny be the unidentified friend mentioned here?
The Land of Pleasant Living has made you soft and weak, oh fretful Bunny. You must be... corrected.
I will be heading south in due time, to purge you of wrongful thinking, and make sure you are not capering about the streets of Annapolis clad in a sundress and sandals.
Consider the Bunny, who recently saw fit to mock my notions of how a proper castle should be run. It was a brutal and unprovoked attack, and cut me to the quick.
And yet... could Bunny be the unidentified friend mentioned here?
I was supposed to see one of my friends but 5. he’s a-scared of 4 inches of snow.Oh, for shame! And oh how the mighty have fallen. Once the Bunny roamed the frozen wastes of the Greater Quincy area and neither rain nor sleet nor snow would keep him from his appointed rounds. Now he quivers in fear at the thought of a mere four inches of snow.
The Land of Pleasant Living has made you soft and weak, oh fretful Bunny. You must be... corrected.
I will be heading south in due time, to purge you of wrongful thinking, and make sure you are not capering about the streets of Annapolis clad in a sundress and sandals.
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