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“Ahem.” Snickers makes a little throat-clearing noise. “I’ve kept this locked
inside me all this time, but now, facing the end, I feel the need to unburden
myself.”
“Really, Snick,” I say quickly, “there’s no need for that.”
“The thing is”—Snickers pauses for dramatic effect—“I love you, Bob. I
always have. I love the way your cute little tail gets all curled between your
legs when you’re embarrassed. I love the way you hum to yourself when you
chew your kibble. I love the way you drool when you take a nap. I love—”
“I think I’m gettin’ the picture, Snick. Thanks. That’s awfully nice of you to
say.”
“And?” Snickers says.
Boss can’t hide her amusement. “Go ahead, Bob,” she whispers. “What can it
hurt? We’re all gonna die, anyway.”
“Bobbo?” Snickers calls.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, sure. I, uh, think you’re pretty swell, too, Snick.”
“And what is it that you love about me?”
I close my eyes. Take a deep breath. “Well, um, those pink boots of yours,
those are cool.”
“And?”
I swear I’m trying, but I’m totally drawing a blank. In fairness, the water’s up
to my belly and my teeth are chattering so loud I can’t hear myself think.
“And, uh . . . ,” I begin.
“Oh, c’mon, how hard is it?” yells the bunny, who’s perched on a pile of wet
timothy hay. “She’s a looker and she’s smart and she’s way too good for the
likes of you. Try that, Romeo.”