Maisie.
I’m very sorry to say that Maisie, that wee sweetheart of a bunny rabbit, died recently. She was always an absolutely teeny little thing, about half the size she was supposed to be—the runt of her litter. When she was born, she was so puny that her own mother wouldn’t feed her, choosing instead to [...]
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Back in the day, the cure for insanity was to have a hole drilled in one's skull to let all the crazy out. Some days I laugh at this childish logic. Other days I'm all, "How do I get in on this? I'm willing to sign a waiver."