The Case of the Missing Mrs. Bunny

Mr. Bunny woke up one morning to find Mrs. Bunny was missing.  How did he know she had not simply gone for an early jog?  Because if he doesn't find Mrs. Bunny sitting in her favorite chair, scarfing down cinnamon rolls and waving everyone away with her machete until she's had her nineteenth cup of coffee, he knows evil forces have been at play.  Also, she does not jog.
"Gosh,"  said Mr. B.  "I'd better find and rescue her.  Right after I've had a nap and a snack."
Mr. Bunny liked a post wake-up nap.  Waking up always sapped his energy.
After he had had his nap and snack, he had chores to do.  The north forty needed mowing.  Mr. Bunny had a new tractor and even better a new engineer's cap.  He had never had one but had always wanted one. He felt it gave him a look of quiet authority.  "All aboard,"  he said to no one in particular.  He was very busy for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, it turned out that Mrs. Bunny had gone off to join Cirque de Bunnet.  She had always wanted to go up a thousand feet and twirl by her ears.  As it turned out, it made her dizzy and nauseous and like many things in life was not as much fun as she thought it would be.
Mr. Bunny planned to definitely look for Mrs. Bunny that evening after he went to see Cirque de Bunnet.  After all, the tickets cost SIXTY BUCKS!  And Mrs. Bunny was apparently dead set on wasting hers.  She is a wasteful rabbit, he clucked to himself.
Mr. Bunny enjoyed the show immensely until he found himself covered in vomit.  A spinning bunny had upchucked down from a great height.  Looking up he saw that it was Mrs. Bunny herself.
"You did that on purpose,"  he said.
"I might have, if I'd thought about it,"  she said as he led her home.  "Why did you not come looking for me?"
"The north forty,"  said Mr. Bunny in that shorthand of long-married couples.
"Ah,"  said Mrs. Bunny.  "How was the engineer's cap?"
"I think I can say I cut a dashing engineerlike figure,"  said Mr. Bunny with dignity.  "Everyone boarded and deboarded exactly as I commanded."
"Who is everybody?"  asked Mrs. Bunny.
"Never mind,"  said Mr. Bunny hastily.  "The trains ran on time and that is the important thing."
"You would make a good Mussolini,"  said Mrs. Bunny.
"I don't think you mean that as a compliment,"  said Mr. Bunny.
"You are right,"  said Mrs. Bunny.  "Is there any carrot cake left?"
"Just enough for two,"  said Mr. Bunny and they hopped home to finish it.