“Morning, my dear deer. What brings you and those sunny-bright eyes over to here?”

“Hmmm, I see. Your mate is still sleeping after up-staying until past three?”

“It has been quite a long while. He snoozed through gutbucket on alarm’s dial?”

“Oh me, oh my! Nary scooch even after you kicked him in every thigh?”

“Good-gracious grief! Who could remain so inert to a nose-tickling by leaf?”

“Well, worry not, sweet doe—for I have antidote to your slumbering foe.”

“This one is on the house—a wasabi coffee guaranteed to arouse!” ; )

Jack’s juratory jam—undermining ulterior urges—rewarded rabbit rightfully, allowing an amber treat to taste of Osterhase’s ovoids, resurrecting repressed rumination: yearnings yield yums. ; )