I thought I saw a bunny out of the corner of my eye, as I stand in the kitchen this morning. It turned out to be a disappointing bird. Then I felt kinda bad for the bird. But, the again, the bird doesn't really give a shit about my disappointment or his not being a bunny.
For a split second, I thought I knew what it would feel like to be a disappointing bird, but when I really thought about that bird, I was jealous.