Well, if you say so. But does that mean I am jean-etically deficient if I love attacking papa’s Levis? I don’t think so. I think it means I have originality and verve and can play with something other than that silly mouse mama keeps throwing in the air, up and down, up and down. Doesn’t she KNOW that I KNOW that it’s not REAL? Oy. I much prefer attacking papa’s pants. Just watch:
First I check out the enemy for combat.
Then I attack, quickly and fast, too.
Rabbit punches, over and over and over until the enemy is subdued.
Then I back off, knowing that the culprit is longing to make peace and get a bit ironed out.
So I let it be. Five minutes is about my limit for serious conquering…
But you saw, right, that I vanquished the foe?
Now for the rewards.
We kissed and made up.