Once there was a rabbit and unlike all the other buddies in the warren he not ‘at it’ all the time. This subject made him odd and he felt very unhappy. In effect he became very grumpy and withdrawn from the rest of the pleased coneys who liked making babies like, well like rabbits in fact.
The warren was full of contented sighs and rustlings and new little baby rabbits were born every few weeks, tiny petit sweet animals for all the community to care for.
The displeased rabbit saw all of this lively action from his dark hole and brooded, became more worried, got depressed, turned into an unhappy creature be the rare member of the team be different and he did not know why he was, but all the other rabbits tried not to share with him anything – for how were a load of dense rabbits to know that he felt miserable and undergoing erectile dysfunction? They could only just manage to say “fancy a shag?” so small was their requirement for long words and intricate matters. This one clause often gave them what they wanted and life would progress as usual, with the warren full to the rim with joyfully procreating...