Day 1 Well, this blows chunks. Here I am, less than a year old, and Mother gone. Fuckin’ Man. Not many visitors in the morning, but after noon the whole rabbit mishpocha arrives. ”Shiva?” Thumper’s cousin Hopper asks. “Sitting around and doing nothing for a week after somebody croaks?” How can Hopper not see Frog, like, right across from him? If looks could kill, the glare Frog gives Hopper would have the Rabbit family sitting shiva, too. Aunt Ena brought some choice buds to nosh on. The Pheasants brought a bunch of shoots. Mrs. Raccoon, a nice spread of small…