Farewell then TT, the two-tone bunny rabbit. Your name was not particularly innovative, but in every other respect I feel you had a good innings.
You were found at the side of the road in a plastic box. Whoever left you had not even put straw in there to make you a bit more comfortable.
You arrived at the Kite family zoo one Christmas and settled in immediately. That was back in the days when BB, the giant black bunny, was alive. Yes, I have always struggled slightly with the naming of rabbits.
When black bunny arrived, via a friend who was struggling to cope with how big he was getting, it was obvious that he would need a catchier name than black bunny and so BB it was.
BB grew and grew until he was the size of a spaniel and to all intents and purposes a spaniel he became.
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