Who's a Happy Bunny Then? II

That was really odd. I put up my title and hey presto bongo I was published, without writing a thing. I was so disturbed by the seeming aliveness of this wretched machine that what I was going to write about has shot right out of my head. Who was that bunny and why was she happy? We will never know now as I have developed short term memory disorder along with a gammy leg and a few other nasty things we won't dwell on. I can predict what will happen though and no crystal ball needed. Tonight around 2 a.m. when I usually waken I will remember said bunny and have it all written down in my head. Of course I won't write it down as that would mean a light and pen and paper and then I would be awake until the second coming. By dawn's early light I am lucky to remember who I am and what I am doing here, never mind poor bunny. All I know about her is that she was happy ....I'm thinking.... Sorry. Better luck next time.