He fell over Rose's feet. He fell over the plastic fire engine and the chair leg. He fell in the sticker bushes, down the hill, down the stairs, over the cut branches, off the ladder to the slide. He fell getting into the car, getting out of the car. He fell at Grandpa's house, our house, outside, inside. He fell and fell and fell.

The whole family has my cold now, and I'm guessing he's got some of the vertigo I've got plus fatigue plus once you start falling you keep falling. On the one hand he's a poor sick bunny who keeps hurting himself. On the other hand, he's a whiny beast who refuses to eat enough to give himself energy. It's been a hard day.