THE VET DID WHAT?!

 

Sorry, mate, we neutered you.
Do not ask what that word means.
Do not ask why your bum's as sore as...
like i said, just don't ask.
No, don't ask why your tail-fur was
trimmed down for fall, it'll grow back
for winter.
Don't ask why after you and your friend,
Peter-Peanut, underwent this procedure,
Peter-Peanut has mistaken you for a
guinea-hooker!
(do not ask me to explain what that means.)
It has been suggested that once his 
hormones settle down, he will recognize
you again.
Yes, of course he'll stop humping you!
Eventually.
Don't ask when.
We know you don't approve this message
and never expected you to approve what
the vet did, either, but it was supposed
to calm you and Peter down.
Hey, on the upside, you've got the rabbit
pen all to yourself now! You can run your
figure - eights, through every tunnel, box door,
leap across your cuddle cup, fly completely
OVER the Big Orange Carrot only you have,
and run your obstacle course
the exact same way you run it,
every single time you run it,
however many times you run it,
before you re-run it all over again!
Do not ask what OCD means.
We love you and that part of the message
WE ALL APPROVE!
(the first pig who explains OCD
gets a nail-trim when i find out
who you are.)
~*~