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Written by Titirangi Storyteller

18/06/2012 at 8:55 pm

Posted in Writing

Tagged with Fantasy, New Zealand, Photography, photomanipulation, Project 365, rabbit, South Island, Titirangi Storyteller

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Too funny . . .

poietes

23/06/2012 at 7:44 am

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- I feel so bad for this wee rabbit! He got so few likes and you’re the only one who commented… I rescued him from an eternity in a Beatrix Potter display in a toy museum. He looked so trapped, with nowhere to go on that three wheeler… I’ve just set him free!
  
  Sylvia said she didn’t like it because it looked like and advertisement, though she could not say for what…
  
  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  23/06/2012 at 10:52 am
  
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  - And advertisement for acid, perhaps? No, seriously, with the vehicle in the background, I can just see someone creating an ad in which the rabbit jumps out of the vehicle and hops onto the 3-wheeler (hops, get it? groan).
    
    poietes
    
    24/06/2012 at 5:28 am

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