Posted by on Jul 25, 2017 | 11 comments

 

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:

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First I check out the enemy for combat.

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Then I attack, quickly and fast, too.

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Rabbit punches, over and over and over until the enemy is subdued.

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Then I back off, knowing that the culprit is longing to make peace and get a bit ironed out.

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So I let it be.  Five minutes is about my limit for  serious conquering…

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But you saw, right, that I vanquished the foe?

Now for the rewards.

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We kissed and made up.