One evening during an all-night blacklighting gig, Velociraptor tripped over a rabbit. Thinking this was a bit odd, she took a closer look and realized that the rabbit seemed unable to balance. Every time it tried to run, it could only flop onto its side while its legs kicked uselessly.
Velociraptor showed the rabbit to Snipe, and they theorized that a) the rabbit had suffered a head injury, b) the rabbit had some sort of debilitating disease, or b) the rabbit had somehow gotten into one of the pans of ethanol that had been left out to collect bugs, and was now drunk.
Resisting the temptation to take home the probably-parasite-ridden animal and try to nurse it back to health, Velociraptor made the rabbit comfortable in a sheltered patch of weeds. If it had a head injury, there was nothing she could do; if it was diseased, it was a bad idea to take it back to the cabin; and if it had a drinking problem, it just needed to decide for itself to face its alcoholism.
About two weeks later, Snipe and Velociraptor were heading along the same path to the blacklighting site, when a rabbit flopped out of the path in front of them. Struggling to its feet, it managed to flop to safety in the undergrowth.
Snipe: It’s the floppy bunny!
Velociraptor: It’s the tipsy rabbit!
Snipe: The floppy bunny has survived!
Velociraptor: Either that, or it’s not the same rabbit, and there’s a debilitating disease among the rabbit population that causes these symptoms.
Snipe: Yeah, but I would rather assume it’s the same floppy bunny. It’s happier.
Snipe: I like happy things.