If I were to one day be a hoppy bunny. I would be all white, with ears that stand atop my head. I would be carefree and happy. I would run and jump in circles shaking my head to and fro. Carefree to be hoppy, and be excited to see the source of my food and water, and bedding. Here she comes. Should I truly show excitement or should I act as if excited knowing and expecting her to fee me. I choose true excitement. I look at her as she comes. I excitedly run around circles within my space. As she rubs my head I stop and sit and bow my head in appreciation that she rub my head and give me that bit of attention and time. That affection, my eyes close.

I shake my head and my ears flop, left and then right. I hop, once then twice. I am happy, I am hoppy. I run and do a 360 jump in excitement because for now, this brief moment now. I am truly happy, I am hoppy. I pick up my ball and throw it playfully, and toss it again, and push it to the side. To be a hoppy bunny for just one day.