I think the stars probably taste like sprinkles. I want to eat them. But if I did, nobody would be able to enjoy looking at them. So I guess I won’t. At least not for a while.

There are slugs out there. Out in the world.

If you feel a thump thumping in your chest, that’s the little bunny in there. Hopping around.

I gots a tummy.

A nap a day keeps the grumpies away.

You can be a bun.

I’m not trapped at the farmers market with the veggies. The veggies are trapped at this farmers market with me.

I might look cool in hats, but a lot of hats don't have holes for my little ears, and what's the point if I can't hear people telling me how cool I look in the hat?

If you need a dad bun today, I can be your dad bun today. I accept you just as you are and I keep photos of you in my bun wallet to show off to all the other woodland creatures so I can brag about how cool and cute you are.

I’m pretty small, but I’m also kind of big. It depends who you ask.

How many naps are we allowed to take?

Does anyone know what we’re supposed to do when another bunny or perhaps even a kitty is just SO fluffy?

I’m thankful for all the buns who came before me who figured out which plants are tasty.

I’m your mama bun for the day if you need me. You were always my favorite. Now let’s go get some hay.

I have been informed that whales exist.

Humans, please don’t dig too deep into the ground. Once you get about 10 feet deep, that’s all rabbits, babeyy

They won’t let me be the Easter Bunny because I eat all the stuff.

You don’t have to do *everything* today. You can just do some of it.

I heard with my bunny ears that today is April Fulls Day. So I am full of hay. I don’t know who April is, though.

poh poh poh poh (I am hopping backwards today)

There are a lot of things that exist.

I like dirt.

There might be more rabbits than the ones I personally know, but I’d have no way of knowing if that’s true.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, it says, “Aaaaahhhh I’m falling!”

Hamstrings are named that because of the piggies.

It makes sense to be drained, depressed, and anxious right now. It’s reasonable and understandable. Give yourself grace.

We need you. ❤️

I woke up and it’s a new year? What happened to the old one?

It’s okay to be sad during the holidays. If you want, you can come to my burrow. You don’t have to perform cheerfulness here. You can have some cookies if you want.

I've dug my burrow a bit bigger and filled it with lots of warm cozy hay. If you need to get away today, you are welcome here.

Tonight’s a full moon. You know what that means…

Hold my paw. I will sit with you.

We have each other. Thank you for being here with me.

I may not be able to swim like a fish or fly like a bird, but I can bun proficiently.

The sky changes color a lot. Are we allowed to post here if the sky is a different color than blue?

If Mother's Day is difficult or painful for you, I will adopt you as my baby bun for the day. You are my precious bun and I am proud of how far you've come, even though it's been hard. Remember to groom behind your ears.

The sky was painting last night! And tonight the clouds are back. Don’t worry clouds, we didn’t forget you.

Humans will be like, “Time to give my lawn a haircut.”

Get in, friend, we're going hopping.

I am bun. Bounce. Perhaps even hop hop.

My hands look like this (bunny paws) so your hands can look like this (your hands).

You’re my favorite Halloweenies 🍬🍬🍬🍫🍬🍬🍭🍫🍬🍫🍬🍭🍭🍬🍫

Total eclipse of the bun.

I don’t have wings yet, but I’m going to do my best.