Bud had no inclination about the impression he was forming on the poor young man. As far as he was concerned, this was all on the up-and-up, and there was nothing unusual about a grown-ass man climbing out of a dog kennel fighting to keep his pants on. Nothing whatsoever. It was just a day in the life of Bud Anderson.
was becoming quite confused at the other man's confusion and reaction to his rather straightforward set up. "Yeah. Rabbits. You know. Big ears. Hop a lot. Like carrots?
" he offered up with a shrug, before miming with two fingers pointing down in front of his mouth to be big teeth, and two fingers standing up behind his head to be ears, in case the fellow needed a visual. "Rabbits!
" What wasn't he getting about this??
" Bud was left just standing there in shocked silence as the idea of bunnies apparently terrified this poor fellow and he tried to run away. That was a new one. Bud just stood there, idly scratching his head, watching as the guy turned, ran, slipped, crashed into the cat tree and... "Christ, are you unconscious?
" Bud asked in what almost sounded like awe.
He waited a beat, but it didn't seem like anyone else was coming along to clean up this mess. Heaving a sigh, he shuffled forward to take a look at the prone man. Of course, first things first, he checked the guy's pockets, palming any cash and pausing at the deck of cards, before shrugging and tucking those away for later as well.
Bud stood back up and looked around, figuring his next move. Yep, this was happening. Grabbing the guy by his wrists, he slid the body over towards the nearest kennel and somewhat (very) awkwardly, managed to stuff him inside. It was for the guy's own good! He was clearly a real danger to himself. And Bud didn't want him knocking himself out until he figured out who had sent him and what the hell he wanted. And why was he so afraid of bunny rabbits?
Of course, the kennel had another occupant too. The huge, overly-playful dog had been chewing happily on Bud's shoe when he found his home being intruded upon once more. Bud had figured that maybe a good face-licking would bring this fool around to consciousness again.
Your wish is my command!