That was rude, you *are*! Rabbit knows a thing or two and I myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?