Now Playing: Hoppy Birfday to THE HAY DIARIES!
Topic: The Next Generation
It was Three years ago tiday dat Belinda Bunny sat down atta 'puter and began to type her thoughts aboud libbin' assa urban houseRabbit heer inna HAY DIARIES.
So far as I know, she wassa FURST bunny to ebber hab her berry own blog, where she could put her ideas out onna Werld Wide Web.
Dis wassa milestone for alla HouseBunnies, ebberywheres!
Onna'count obba Fakt dat nebber bifore had Bunnies had a Voice ob Their Own inna Werld ob Hoomins! We had menny hoomins who were brave enough to speak for us, but we had nowheres to speak for ourselbs.
Den Wun Rabbit made a dif'frence, and dat Wun Rabbit was Belinda Bunny, Proud Inkwish Spot.
And ober da years THE HAY DIARIES hab talked aboudda wotta Fings, and dere hab been menny bunnies who hab writed aboud whut was imporant to dem.
Onna personal note, I hab tried berry hard to Grow 'Tellygint while I hab been heer. I came toda HAY DIARIES as Wun Small Bunny libbin' in Our Warren. An Easter Dump, I wassa'fraid ob "Romaine Lettuce" and had nebber eben seen a Salad bifore coming heer - I was dat much obba Baby Bunny! I ebben thought dat Belinda Bunny mite hab been my mawmie. I was so confoozled, so berry confoozled.
Yeah - you see, dis is whut happins to small bunnies who are picked up as Easter toys and den discarded whin dey are no longer "cute", and no longer fit into sum hoomin's werld. Dey are "dumped" - inna park, or onna road, or inna woods, where dey lib out da few days dey hab left in sadness and fear and hunger and want, because dey don't know how to survive inna outside, and dey are prey. Da lucky ones, if you can call us dat, are put innu boxes and left sumplace, like a shelter or a V-e-t's office, and meebe sumone kind comes to get us.
Or meebe not.
And it's frum bunnies wike Belinda (who came to Our Warren frumma shelter) and frum me,Hunny (who was rescued frum horrible people who almost killed him) and frum LuckieBun (who a man wif tears in his eyes was forced to gib up to Our Warren) and frum Willow (who wassa Easter Bunny inna pet-shop dat No One Would Buy) and frum Maggie (who was bought on impulse by stoopit drunk people) and frum Poet (who libbed in a tiny cage for 7 years bifore she came to Maman) and frum Heatherington (a Pet-Shop Rescue) and Beebe-Bunny (a poor, trapped School Bunny) and frum Ms Clover (who was found inna dumpster, rescued by Auntie Grace and came alla way frum Bis-con-sin to Our Warren!) and frum Mr Mouse (who was surrendered by a man who loved him dearly) and frum sweet, deaf widdle Hawthorn (who mean children poked and teased bifore Maman took him into Our Warren) and my wunnerful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rous P'porshuns, MissyBun (who was rescued by Uncle Michael and came alla way frum Noo Yawk to lib in Our Warren)...
It is frum alla dees menny bunnies dat I hab learned dat we are Da Few Who Make It, Da Blessed, Da Lucky Wuns, when dere are still so meeny bunnies who Hab no Voice, who are sitting OnAlone rite at dis berry momint in shelters and unnerneaf ob bushes and by demselbs in bad places - who all need homes, to come Frum OnAlone into Alla Us Togedder.
But One Fing dat I hab also learned frum typing inna HAY DIARIES issat dere are awotta Kind People, too, who hab Bunnies libbin' in dere houses. Dere are Kind People who lib All Ober Da Werld, and I hear frum dem, AND frum dere bunnies almost ebbery day!
I know bunnies in Noo Yawk and in Callyfornia who lib in castles, who own real estate, who run companies, who hab salads and raisins ebbery day, and who hab access to computers, and who ged to pee on beds whin dey get 'noyed wif dere people! I know bunnies who hab passed dere Salad Bar, who fly hareplanes, appear on totebags and teeshirts and who are Nashunal Spokesbuns, and publish calendars and greeting cards, and who appear in videos taking da lids offa dere berry own treat jars!
I know bunnies who hab birdies to sing to dem, and who hab patios, and who are in charge ob Rescues, and who do 'mazin' tricks and wear costumes! I know bunnies who hab organised dere berry own Organnyzashun and Website, wif dere own Roolz, and who gib tee-shirts to V-e-t's! I know a bunny who had his pikchur inna Navy! I know bunnies who are so talented dat you wuldn't beeleeb it if I told you! And dey are not OnAlone, and dey are not skeert, and dey hab Homes Ob Dere Own.
Bunnies are a Society ob Our Own and I feel berry blessed dat Belinda thought I culd type dis HAY DIARIES blog. How culd she hab known datta widdle white bunny who arrived inna box was gonna be able to carry on dis afta she had 'stablished it? But she did. Sum how, she did.
Hunny teached me Da Lore.
Belinda showed me Da Futchur.
Maman says dat Rabbits teach Hope.
And I am gonna continue Onna Way, wiffa HAY DIARIES.
----------------- By George