The rabbits made a coordinated attack for their treats, having long observed where their favourite things are all kept.
Blackie was suspiciously quiet for a little while, and then I discovered that he had jumped unto the top of their cage and ripped open their bag of dried apple slices. I scolded him and tried to keep away the fruit.
In the meanwhile, Whitty gnawed at the bag of their Burgess pellets. She made a dent. While I was trying to stop her, Blackie started pulling out their litter box to distract me. I dashed over to him, and that gave Whitty the chance to tear open their bag of alfafa hay.