Little Bunny new, Little Bunny after six months of being Ammie's Little Bunny.
My mum is on a mission to replace old Little Bunny with new Little Bunny. I'm torn. On the one hand, old Little Bunny is revolting, even Ammie has started calling him Smelly Little Bunny (he really does smell. She chews his ears all day, they don't dry, he stinks.) On the other hand, I'd like her to learn that we don't stop loving our friends just because they've got old and ugly and have started harbouring diseases. It's tricky.
So far Operation Usurper is going exactly as one might have predicted; Ammie is delighted about having two bunnies. At least one of them doesn't smell like wet band aids, I guess that's a start.