One day Mr. Bliss looked out of the window early in the morning.
“Is it going to be a fine day?” he asked the Girabbit (which he kept in the garden, but its head often looked in at the bedroom windows).
“Of course it is!” said the Girabbit.
All days were fine to him for his skin was of mackintosh, and he had made a deep, deep, hole in the ground, and he was blind, so he never knew whether the sun was shining or not. As a matter of fact he usually went to bed after breakfast and got up for supper, so that he knew very little about the daytime.
Mr. Bliss - J.R.R. Tolkien