After the initial inspection of the house, he seems to be quite happy.

It was a bit tricky to move it to its place, but with the help of temporary wheels, it did not require more than two hands.

On the back side of his house is a small balcony, steps and …

… and small sliding doors.

But let me tell you how it all began.

Once upon a time in a small village in Fichtel Mountains lived a white rabbit. At night he was closed in the cage and during the day in a small fenced area.

The most fun thing he could do was to climb the mountain and watch the surroundings.

When I paid him a visit he was like “Men! Let me out!”

And so one day, after I gave it a good thought, I gave it a try. And he started to enjoy feeding on the grass whenever and wherever he liked.

Running around.