“Sometimes she teaches me things she likes to do, such as gardening and knitting.”

Mr. Rabbit got a big smile on his face, underneath his mustache.

“Oh, I see your mom is truly an apreciator of the fine arts of gardening. You were raised well, son!”

“pfff!”

Meryl the Mole didn’t like gardening that much. Mr. Rabbit tried to teach them, but for some odd reason all their plants died in a matter of days. To Meryl’s absolute disgrace, and to Mr. Rabbit’s absolute amuse.

“Hohoho, you have such a rotten thumb!”

“shut up, old butt!”

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