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Somebody asked what Ezra was doing when I posted the photo of Henry and the rabbit.

HERE is what Ezra was doing when Henry was patting the rabbits. He was trying to pick them up.

To throw or eat, I am not certain...

Comments

yamini said…
Why don't you ask Ezra straightaway? Though I am not sure whether he will tell you the truth.
yamini said…
On second thoughts and a second look at the picture, I think he wants to take the rabbit home to play with.
Anonymous said…
The photo makes it hard to decide but it looks like he might be pulling the hair the way he is gripping it.
Priyanka Khot said…
thanks for answering my question!

I think Ez has shown the way to the world.. this is the only way small babies should play with furry rabbits!
Kris McCracken said…
He was trying to lift the rabbit, and Jen stepped in to stop him. The rabbit was very good about it though, just sat there nibbling away.

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