Hoppy Father's Day?

Excerpts from my conversation with Dad last weekend:

Dad:  Did your mom tell you about the dream I had last night?

Me: Nope. What happened?

Dad: I dreamed I was still a teacher and I took my class on a field trip. I don't remember where we were going, but when we got there we found a four-story pile of bunnies.

Me: How could you tell they were four stories high?

Dad: I just could.

Me: What were they doing there? 

Dad: They were supposed to represent every type of bunny in the world. They came in all different colors: white, brown, black, spotted. You could check a bunny out like a library book and study it. When you checked a bunny out someone would have to stick their hand in the pile and pull it out from underneath all the other ones.

Me: How did they not topple over? Weren't they squirming around?

Dad: No.  Just lying there. Breathing.

Me: Didn't you think that was weird? 

Dad: No. They seemed very comfortable. Wouldn't you be comfortable if you were lying down on a bed of rabbit fur?

Me: I guess that makes sense to me ... so why do you think you had this dream?

Dad: Well, it's clearly because I saw a cat yesterday.