There's honestly nothing cuter than a baby bunny. Like all baby animals, they melt our hearts instantly with their fluffy, round bodies and their big-toothed cuteness. With spring rolling around, I've been seeing a few wild rabbits running around the park by my house, sneaking out from their cold burrows to much on the freshest blades of grass. Adorable, irresistibly feisty, and gentle as a little lamb, anyone who ever owned a Lisa Frank notebook can agree that bunnies are the best.
I had a friend growing up who had rabbits—like a lot of rabbits. It started as just the one lop-eared bunbun, which she aptly named Pepper for speckled black fur. But then Pepper needed a buddy, and another buddy, and another, until finally, the yard was teeming with long-eared beauties. They basked in the sun, scampered through their hutch, and taught the dogs a lesson in politeness every now and then. Of course, being rabbits, they also multiplied. Alas, this troop of rabbits lives rent-free in my memory as the cutest brigade of bunnies.
