A few days ago I went out to dinner with a gentleman friend. Hare-iette wanted to go but I told her "no".
When I got home she was still pouting and wanted to know why she couldn't go.
I said. "Hare-iette, it was a date...one lady, one gentleman and that's all".
Her eyes got really wide. I asked her what was wrong.
She said:"A date?"
"Yes, Hare-iette, a date."
"Mom! You're going to have a litter!!!???"
Astonished, I replied,
"No!! Hare-iette, I am NOT going to have a litter."
She looked doubtful and said,
"Every time I have a date I have a litter. I thought it was automatic."
I told her that was a basic difference between hares and humans.
After I thought about that for a few minutes, I asked,
"Hare-iette, was that a date when you had lunch with that big white hare in Pigeon Forge?"
"Sure, Mom."
When, Hare-iette?"
"The little ones should be here in about a week, Mom."
*GROAN* I guess I'd better dig out the bunny beds and blankets...again.
