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Dear Muse,

I do not like the doorbell ditching. I'd really rather you stayed locked up in your tower and sulked than came creeping down the stairs holding a bunny by its ears, shoved it viciously through the letterbox, rang the bell, and ran away laughing maniacally. This could be a good fic, that we could write together. You got the Humour, Romance, and Less-Major Character rabbits to breed quite a nice little specimen. I commend you. But you have to help me raise it into a full-grown, fully-fleshed bunny for the masses to eat. They're not interested in eating bony little baby bunnies, and I can't grow it up on my own. I need you.

Very little love, unless it will bribe you to come back and hand-feed the rabbit,
Me