Oscar is 9 weeks old. The other day I took him out for his daily exercise. There were three boys passing by.
First boy said: look, it's a rabbit.
The seconde boy said: wow, it's so big.
The third boy said, it's NOT a rabbit. It's a hare.
Regardless of his size, he's very timid.
Before Irene arrived, I took everything that may fly around like mad cows into the house.
Oscar wanted to go outside but when Irene came, he went to hide behind my lawn chairs.


