Please, sir, I want some more.

I really do feed him.  He's just a picky eater not wanting to eat his hay when he could have pellets instead.  Simon spied the bag of pellets and wasted no time trying to figure out how to climb onto the coffee table.  He failed in his epic quest for a second helping of pellets.  Though, he did get some oats for learning how to hop into his cage on command.

My pellets were late this morning.

I imagine that a conversation between Penny and her wild kin would go something like this:

Wild Rabbit:  "What are these candy pellets of which you speak?  I know of no such substance."
Penny:  "What do you mean that candy pellets don't occur in nature?  I have a bowl full of them right here!"
Wild Rabbit:   "What's a bowl?"
Penny:  "Well, it's what the humans put the food in."
Wild Rabbit:  "Wait--did you just say that humans give you food?!"
Penny:  "Well, yeah.  I demand my pellets as soon as they wake up in the morning."
Wild Rabbit:  "Dang!  I usually just run and hide from humans.  Do they all give you food?"
Penny:  "All of the ones I've come across have.  You should stop hiding from them."
Wild Rabbit:  "Sounds like a plan!"

...and she never saw her woodland friend again.