Bunny Chop

I would love to see a rabbit fumbling through an enormous collection of keys at the front door to his brownstone, chuckling as he tries to separate the ones he needs without the benefit of thumbs, bending his fuzzy head down a bit to engage his surprisingly flexible and nimble ears, finding the one he needs so he can finally get inside and pour himself a nice glass of something soothing, but first tipping his natty felt hat (perched neatly between the ears) in my curious direction, nodding toward his key ring that has as its ornamentation a human thumb.