From the Memory Banks:
Doctor X.
I breed Flemish Giant and Rex rabbits. At the time, we had a house rabbit named Mora, who needed to be indoors because she had kindled a litter of 13, and I wanted to keep a closer eye on her. Her babies were about 5 or 6 weeks old at the time. Thoroughly into the exploration phase.
I wake up to a strange feeling in the bed. I gave it a light nudge, thinking the cat was trying to play with an edge of the blanket, and wanting her to stop. The house was silent, so I thought I was safe to keep sleeping. (This is never the case. You are never safe. Do not resume sleeping.) The movement stopped, and I didn't think anything of it until there was a distinctive tickling on my face.
I opened my eyes and was greeted with the adorable orange and black face of one of the baby rabbits. Behind the kit, standing beside the bed, X was holding one of the sandy babies, giving me a deer in the headlights look.
We just stared at each other for a moment, before I finally looked down at the bed, to notice that I was covered in 12 baby bunnies. X frowned at me.
"Mama. You sick. Dis make you better. Go asleep."
And she shoved the remaining rabbit under the covers with me.
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