They are basically already sweaters. Not just because they’re mostly wool, with that ludicrous shag frothing out of their nonphysiques; it’s their total passivity, the way they allow themselves to be handled or arranged on a table, just so, like those sea creatures that, incapable of self-propulsion, get joggled along by the tides. Ask about Angora rabbits, and a word you hear a lot is “docile.” “They’re generally a pretty mellow rabbit,” says one Angora fancier. I heard about one that supposedly fell out of its cage overnight, landed on the back of a dog and stayed there until morning.
This reminds me – though on a much more homey/homely level – of the Ventura County Fair that Boyfriend and I visit every year. Invariably the first thing we visit, well after a funnel cake (Boyfriend) and a veggie burrito (Aubrey), is visit The Bunny Barn. On display will be the prize-winning buns from the small-livestock competition which usually takes place before the fair opens. Although we have on occasion been witness to the Bunny Obstacle Course and the Bunny Costume Contest. Both were equally epic.
Bunnies are beautiful. 🙂