I found this sad little guy when I was cleaning out the toy shelf today:
Initially we were afraid that he would have to be permanently retired, but that thought made Andrew so sad, we attempted to fix him.
We got him the best plastic surgeon we could afford. Unfortunately, for the bunny, I am the best we could afford...
He's OK, after his reconstructive surgery, though. His arm is a little off center, but we think it makes him look like he's akways giving us a cool, "S'up, Home Boy?"
A little physical therapy and he was right back with his best buddy, the little guy who loves him, crooked arm and all!
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