Daddy built a campfire in the backyard last weekend, and the girls were very sad when Daddy said their bunnies couldn’t participate.  Smoky bunnies…yuck.  Sara, aka the perpetual problem solver, pulled a chair over to the edge of the porch and set the bunnies up so they could view the campfire from the sidelines.  Then she hired Max to bunny-sit, which is a very poor choice if you ask me.  He regularly escapes, eats grass, and pukes.  Furry and cuddly, but not terribly bright.