Usually, I like family picnics. There’s always some great fruits and vegetables that my family gives me, and I always like the beautiful scenery. But recently I figured out that the loud black box that humans keep in their pocket has a name. It’s called a phone. I never really understood what joy a box could give to humans but now I think I understand.
Here’s the secret:
My people have another rabbit that looks just like me in there phone. It’s tiny and it doesn’t move, but I saw it.
I uncovered your secret, humans. You can’t hide anything from Writer Rabbit. But you can still tell me why the rabbit doesn’t move. I mean really, all rabbits need exercise.