Scrappy would like to thank everyone who read about his plight and commented (despite the fact it was the shortest part of the whole piece, he adds sneeringly).
After this, a third deer appeared in the brush, but soon everybody, having had their good laugh at Mr. Bunny, wandered away. Scrappy soon walked over to his usual spot, flopped down with an unusually hard thud, and we were done for the night.
This morning, he was almost at his full level of piss and vinegar, wanting to play ( Daddy wisely making him just play fetch rather than the usual tug) before I went to work, and actually barking at me ( although shaking his head still eluded him). This afternoon, he's basically normal, but will have to do with three pills every 12 hours and watered-down food for a while.