On an afternoon, sunny and cheery, while I pondered, much game theory
Over many a quaint and curious volume of games galore –
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping
As of something, gently hustling, hustling on the suitcase floor
“Tis some wind,” I muttered, “rustling at my suitcase floor-
Only this and nothing more”

Back on the deck turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a rapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my closet deck;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the suitcase, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there rested a yellow Bunny of the easterly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched upon my suitcase floor—
Perched beside a pack of sugar, situated amidst the clothes I wore
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

There he was.  That bunny.  That bunny was here.  With us.

“PEEP YOU JERK,” I flailed my paws in protest.  YOU CRASHED MY WEDDING BEAR MOON!!!

I was so upset I tried to cast the bunny away immediately.  This was meant to be quality bear bud and weddingbearmoon bonding time.  Nicholas and I, gaming in paradise.  Nowhere in that script was supposed to be a bunny.

Nicholas!!!  We need to solve this problem right away!  This stowaway needs to be cast off the hut.  I looked around the hut and found the perfect vessel.

Yep, I’m sending this bunny off the island hut in a floaty.

“Cast him off!!” I command Nicholas.  He climbs down the pool deck, places Peep in the water and looks at me.

Peep looks at me.  Peep I think I hear muffled through the plastic.

Ulgh I think.  Fine, I wave to Nicholas.

We pick the bunny up off the water and towel him off.

And then I head back to my deck chair, resigned.  This bunny.  I really don’t know what to do with him.