I am Rabbit.

My family agrees...I am Rabbit.

I don't think I want to be Rabbit. He walks around naked. And he's bossy. He is always yelling at (okay, correcting) Tigger, who is Mr. Popularity in the Hundred-Acre Wood. Constantly correcting doesn't make you very popular. So who would want to be Rabbit?

But Rabbit has an awesome garden (like I want). And his house is always in order (again, like I want). He might be a control freak, but at least he has order instead of chaos. I mean, where does Pooh go when he runs out of honey? Rabbit's house! Because Rabbit is on top of that stuff. He wouldn't let himself run out of anything as important as honey. And, really, even though Rabbit is a little tense, a little hyper-organized, maybe a little controlling, he is loved by all. He's a good neighbor, a true friend, and he can definitely be trusted. So what if he doesn't wear clothes? I think I could be Rabbit just fine.

"It was going to be one of Rabbit's busy days. As soon as he woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It...It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody said, "Yes, Rabbit" and "No, Rabbit," and waited until he had told them." (A.A. Milne)

Yep, I'm Rabbit.