Boy, did I burn to buy bundles of bunny bowls beautifully brushed, backgrounded in blue.
Yet, my hopes of 'rabbit relics' were dashedly crushed upon catching sight of some bunny doo-doo.
Ho, whoah, what seemed to be dirt turned out was really a cottontailed price!
Believe you me now, I set it back down on the table, without thinking twice.
Then I thought twice and I raised it again,
and snapped this quick photo of bunny heaven.
I tell of my day-to-day experiences in a funky Japanese town from my American viewpoint. This blog could also be called 'Bizarro World', 'Notes From Kyushu, a Smaller Island', or 'Teaching English in Japan: Smash Your Ego in 10 Easy Lessons."
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
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