Breaking the rabbit habit

I am being de-conditioned, de- sensitised and detoxed. It's hard to admit it but I have to face the fact, I am a fringe addict. All the carpet fringes have been turned under because I'm chewing them all the time. Chewy mat, hay bag, willow ball and lots of other once interesting things are all being ignored while I sit and chew and nibble the carpet fringe. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm hooked. It lies there, tantalising and tempting, compelling me to pick it up in my mouth and nibble, nibble, nibbleNobody seemed interested to start with until they noticed some of my droppings were coming out attached to a piece of carpet fringe like a string of Christmas tree decorations. They know I'm an arty sort of chap so I thought they would have been pleased but when it happened more than once they decided to take me in hand.Why do I do it? Am I imagining I'm in a field of juicy grass or trimming my pot of parsley by the back door? Who knows.
I sit beside the carpet edge where the fringe used to be and I wait and wait and wait.
It's all making me have bad dreams. The last one was so awful I shot out of my bed and flew to my hidey hole and stamped my foot over and over again. Maybe I was dreaming I was being chased by a fox or a greyhound. I've heard about these things but thought they were just fairy tales to frighten kits when they were misbehaving.
All was well though. They heard me and cuddled me on the floor until I felt better. Thank goodness I don't live in a hutch. I could have had an apoplectic fit or something even more dramatic. I enjoy a bit of drama.