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Boxing bunnies

I encounter bunnies on my running trails all the time. They hop across the path, minding their own beeswax and just going about the business of being bunnies. They're good at it.

But apparently bunnies have a violent side. A side I saw for myself during my Saturday run.

Off to the right of the trail were two bunnies...squaring off. I'm not kidding, they were back on their haunches and planted...a bunny staredown was underway.

And then one of them punched the other one in the bunny face! He (or she,  I could not tell from where I was) then backed down, and the other one advanced, punched, kicked, pounced..

I'm guessing it was either a bunny turf dispute being settled the old fashioned way, or about someone flirting. It is Spring, so that could be a part of it.

For the record, those boxing bunnies were not cute, they were pissed.off.

And I may have picked up my pace a bit as the bunny adrenaline wafted through the Springtime air.

Imagine having to explain a bunny bruise or a bunny bite to friends and family. They'd call bullshit and then things would certainly go downhill from there.

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