The Easter Bunny Arrived Late

My brother Stanley surprised me this morning by announcing that he’d acquired a rabbit. Who’d have thought? I’m sure I have no recollection of Stan ever expressing the slightest bit of interest in any such thing. Then again, he’s always been predisposed to sudden flashes of inspiration, and I guess that’s what happened here. The rabbit’s name is Buster.

Naturally, I had few questions. What do rabbits eat? How do they behave? Are they playful? What’s at pet rabbit’s usual lifespan? All these questions and more, it turned out, were shared with me by Stan, but that’s wasn’t stopping him. He immediately jumped on the internet and reeled off a bunch of facts about rabbits, gleaned from a combination of discussion boards and the website of a random veterinary surgery in Bayside.

For starters, he told me, rabbits are herbivores – well, I could have told him that much. All kinds of plant matter makes up their natural diet, which can be simulated with a mix of vegetables and hay. Stan threw in that Buster seems particularly fond of leafy greens.

Next, Stan read out that rabbits are quite smart and enjoy logic-based toys involving things like boxes, parcels, draws and tubes, with food as a motivator. This was news to me, and made me begin to feel a fondness for Buster (beyond the obvious appeal of his adorable furry noggin). They also have particular behaviours that aren’t shared by cats and dogs, most of them with absurdly cute names like ‘binkying’ and ‘nose bonking’.  

Starting to warm to the idea of a pet bunny, I asked Stan what the go is with pet desexing requirements in Bayside, specifically as they pertain to rabbits. That was where he got a bit stumped and said he’d need to ring to the council to find out.  

He was pretty tight-lipped, too, about where he acquired Buster from. I’m not sure why he wouldn’t tell me. Who really knows with Stan? Fortunately, I do know that commitment is one of his strong suits, so Buster should be in for a pretty good life.