Having promised something nice, I have just the thing. The biggest, floppiest, most huggable bunny of them all, the Flemish Giant!
Just look at this guy:
His head’s bigger than yours! Here’s another one:
He’s a monster bunny! I’d yell at the kid to watch herself with such a big old thing, but she doesn’t have to! And OMG, feast your eyes on this one:
You can own them singly, or in pairs:
Some have extravagantly floppy ears:
They’re good with dogs!
And other critters too! (It’s a tortoise and a hare, get it? Hyuk!)
AND they love being cuddled, how great is that?
So enamoured am I of Flemish Giant Bunnies that I once wrote a short poem in the persona of one of these furry duffel bags, which went thusly:
They say I’m quite compliant,
if a little bit ungainly
When you’re a Flemish Giant
you’re just good at boomphing, mainly*
*Boomph: verb – to collapse sleepily onto a soft cushion or pillow
For my dough, that’s poetry.
There! That’s about the warmest, furriest posting you’re apt to see here on the Needlefish, which I think fully demonstrates just how not-grumpy I usually am.
Now go away.