Why is it that we’ve made bunnies the object of our sympathies? In the story of Peter Rabbit, he sneaks into Mr. McGregor’s garden and eats the produce and he is the protagonist, while poor Mr. McGregor is left running around with a rake, with nothing to show for his labor!
See also: Elmer Fudd vs. Bugs Bunny–heartless buffoon bested by wily and witty wabbit.
I’m tired of it. From now on, I hereby declare my sympathies are For the Bunny-Killers. This afternoon, at least one member of the blankety-blank Leporidae family ATE MY GARDEN! I had three bean sprouts with two leaves each — gone. I had a infantine cantaloupe — eaten to a nubbin. I had a beautiful row of gorgeous lettuce babies — ravished! I swear, if I knew how to use Michael’s 23 caliber rifle, I would be on my back porch hunting wabbits wight now!