I don’t know if you recall, but we recently interviewed the cheeky concrete rabbit in our front yard, and, well, said rabbit was cheeky indeed.
I was out in the front yard photographing, and I noticed that the rabbit was very quiet. And was sitting in the shadows. It looked, I don’t know. Pensive? So I decided to pay a visit.
Rabbit: You again.
Me: As cheeky as ever, I see.
Rabbit: Hardly. I’m sad. Lonely. Pensive.
Me: You were a little headstrong that last time we talked. Like you were sitting on top of the world.
Rabbit: Well, admit it: wherever you are, doesn’t it feel like the top of the world?
Me: <shrugging>
Rabbit: I’m near latitude 47º north, just like you, though at the moment you are slightly west of me. So basically, identical. How does it feel to you?
Me: Like I’m sitting on top of the world.
Rabbit: I rest my case.
Me: You said you were sad. But you still talk big, punchy, aggressive.
Rabbit: It’s how I boost my ego: talk big.
Me: Why so sad?
Rabbit: Look at this place. It’s depressing. Pine needle litter beneath me (and just imaging your tummy spending years on pine needles if you want to encounter this kind of sadness directly.). Shade overhead, all. the. time. And not even real green. I’m surrounded by ambitious plants that think they can be these strange blue-green color. Green would be more cheerful.
Me: There’s some real green over there. <points to real green>
Rabbit: Yes, well, it’s not here.
Me: Look at these roses.
Rabbit: Those are nice. I hadn’t noticed those.
Me: They are just around that corner of the house.
Rabbit: Typical. I can’t jump like a real rabbit. I’m missing a lot of things. This is why I’m so cheeky, you know. If I were a real rabbit, I could hop around and see all the local sights.
Me: I’m sorry.
Rabbit: And I apologize, I shouldn’t take it out on you. Your wife Donna is the one who put me here.
Me: It is nice and shady. We’re having a very hot, sunny summer.
Rabbit: Tell me about it. Literally: tell me, since I never see anything but these plants around me.
Me: It was hazy yesterday. One could only barely see Mt. Rainier through the haze.
Rabbit: Lovely shot. And yes, quite hazy. Still, you got to see it, you should be happy, and not critical of the haze.
Me: Says a rabbit who is mostly critical of everything.
Rabbit: I’m trying to change.
Me: Well, thank you. It’s been a pleasant visit.
Rabbit: Don’t wait so long next time.
Me: I think you are are cheeky.
Rabbit: And I love you, too, creepy guy who walks around on two legs.
Me: Bye.
I figured out what cheeky rabbit needs even though he doesn’t have enough emotional maturity to call exactly what it is. He needs a girlfriend. If you add another sweet female rabbit I am sure that he will feel companionable and less grumpy.