Bunny story

Here's a funny story I heard from Terri, a nice lady I used to work with at Judge Takasugi's court chambers during law school:

Terri's friend was asked to bunny sit over the weekend.  The bunny parents dropped the bunny off at the front porch of the bunny sitter the morning of the weekend.

The bunny sitter overslept.  By the time the bunny sitter woke up, the sun had come up and warmed up the front porch of the bunny sitter's home.  Unfortunately, the poor bunny died of a heatstroke.

The bunny sitter was distraught and very regretful.  The bunny sitter went to a pet store and bought a bunny that looked virtually identical to the dearly departed bunny.

When the bunny parents returned, the bunny parents did not notice anything amiss.  The bunny parents thanked the bunny sitter and took the bunny home.

Six weeks later, the bunny parents called the bunny sitter.  They were very angry.  They said, "Where's our bunny?!"

The bunny sitter nervously replied, "What do you mean?  I gave you your bunny."

The bunny parents quickly retorted, "That's not our bunny!"

The bunny sitter again nervously replied, "That's your bunny.  What do you mean?"

The bunny parents exclaimed, "Ours was a MINIATURE bunny!"

The end.

The morals of the story are:  bunnies are very important to their bunny parents.  Replacements do not suffice.  Also, bunnies come in all sizes.  They also grow up very fast.