Mr. Bunny is perturbed.
Mrs. Bunny has announced that she wishes to attend the superhero convention at Rabbitville's brand new conference centre.
"In general,"  she said, "we hat clubbers plan to boycott the centre.  It is development on a scale that is in direct contradiction to the city plan."
"But you plan to attend this time?"  said Mr. Bunny.  He had shut his eyes when she announced this.  He often felt a sudden sharp pain over his temples when Mrs. Bunny began speaking of "plans."
"YES, BECAUSE IT IS SO VERY COOL AND I GET TO WEAR MY CAPE!  AND MY GOGGLES!"
"I believe superheroes wears capes and masks.  Not goggles,"  said Mr. Bunny.
"What about the ones who swim in chlorinated pools?"  asked Mrs. Bunny.
"You have me there,"  said Mr. Bunny.
Then Mrs. Bunny ran upstairs and donned her superhero apparel.  She planned to wear it around the house for the rest of the day.  And in the garden.
"Maybe I shall attend with you,"  said Mr. Bunny who was bored.
"No,"  said Mrs. Bunny thoughtfully.  "You are only a mediocre hero.  They don't have a convention for you yet."  Then she swept out.
Mrs. Bunny could be so deflating.