There were plenty of bunnies at Rabbit Hill. And as the name suggests, they were all burrowed on a central hill at the park's main entrance. Connor and Brady thought they were absolutely divine. And both took to calling the park
"Bunny Hill" instead of
"Rabbit Hill"
The bunnies were not small, scraggly ones either. They were plump, fat, soft,
please-can-I-snuggle-with-you rabbits.
Our children's shrieks of joy and laughter could surely be heard all over the park. They chased and followed those bunnies as they tried mightily to hop away.
Certainly got us all ready to aniticipate Easter!
The bunnies were not small, scraggly ones either. They were plump, fat, soft, please-can-I-snuggle-with-you rabbits. 
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