This rabbit is small. Small enough to sit comfortably in a child's hands for LOTS of cuddles, careless rugby tackles, being a baby substitute, an animal in a zoo, and everything else required by a child's imagination.
I had 2 rabbits like these. One got played with, used, went grey and dingy and eventually got loved to death. The other got kept - preserved as a clean, rare occasions-type memory. This is the clean surviving one, now slowly being loved to death by a new generation...
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