We peered through the wire at a fluffy white rabbit sleeping in straw.rabbit

“Aww,” Henry said, smiling up at me. “She’th a mommy bunny!”

“How do you know?”

He pointed at the “nest” she had made inside the hutch. “She’th thnugglin’ with her eggth!”

Err. No. That is, unless her name is Cadbury and her ova are chocolate.