Even the bunnies love him

Dawn's early light played across Captain Bill's eye patch.

'But how long have you been here?' he asked.

'Oh,' Cyril replied, '.................a week? Ten days? Fancy a slice of cake?'

'No! Well, no..........Where did you get it from anyway?'

'The bunnies made it. Quite a lot of the fruit has sunk to the bottom but you can't hold it against them. I don't think they've got much experience of baking and it's very tasty.'

'You got rabbits to make you a cake???'

'I didn't ask them to,' Cyril replied. 'They just sort of made it for me.'

Captain Bill looked at Cyril.

'I don't understand,' he mooed. 'In fact, now I think of it, I've never understood. You don't do anything. You don't help out. You don't contribute in any way. You just wander around without a care in the world, doing whatever you feel like doing, with no consideration of the consequences...and yet people like you.....they make you things...and the less you do the more people seem to like you............................................why?'

'..............................I've never really thought about it,' Cyril replied. 'Are you sure you don't want any cake?'

'No!..............A small piece...just a slice...a slither.'

Cyril cut the cake in half.

'There you go!'

'So, what have you been doing since you got here?'

'Not much,' Cyril said. 'Relaxing really...and making friends with the bunnies of course. I could spent hours just watching them hop about...I HAVE spent hours just watching them hop about and I've read them bedtime stories. They seem to like that.'

'I'm sure they're most appreciative,'

'Oh, you'd be surprised,' Cyril replied.