This was me when i was just a wee bun, i always liked the chew on things.
This was me a little bit older and my best friend Tim. We used to have a great time frolicking through the forest gathering mushrooms and various foliage.
Tragic story about Tim. One day, we were foraging for delicious greenery and decided to split up when we got in this clearing. I hopped to a nearby oak tree that is known for the variety of mushrooms that grow below it. Next thing i know, a gunshot shattered the peaceful afternoon and my good buddy Tim was strapped to some humans 4-wheeler on his way out of there. I'll never forget that day.
Soon after i went into this spiraling depression. I was just a small bunny all alone in a big cold world. Tim and I looked out for each other, he kicked a fox in the face for me once! After a few months of being a depressed little bunny, i decided that i have to avenge my fallen comrade.
I kept a close eye on the local hunters as groups of them would periodically drive in and sit up in weird boxes in the trees, no doubt trying to finish off the rest of Tim's relatives. One day i had my chance. There was a small group of humans, the smallest one looked like the easiest target, so i sat and waited for them to split up. After a few hours, the small one split off from the rest of the group to go relieve themselves on one of my precious trees.
This was a picture taken from my first successful human hunt. This was a major turning point in my life, i felt that i had finally gained justice for the murder of my deer friend Tim.