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So I told Missy dat, assa "Junior Executive" heer in Our Waren, I hadda get bedda "Communication Skills" and dat, was dat!
This - you will please notice the change! - THIS was onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman has been ranting on and on about "how poorly somepeople choose to express themselves in the written (Inkwish) language." and how "the Educational System in America has failed its students by insisting that teachers commit educational suicide by teaching to idiotic standardised tests."
Since I don't want enny part ob that argument, I'm gonna hafta learn to translate my thoughts frum Lagomorphin innu bedda Inkwish.
But that is not The Onliest Reason. This being Our Warren, there is More. There is Allus More.
"Peace and Harmony" - not to mention being able to sit quietly inna corner, contemplating the Werld going by - is sumfing to be cherished, lemme tell you!
And as da Junior Executive of Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC., I habba feeling dat I am going to be cherishing alla "Peace and Harmony" I can get!
Lemme tell you about Tiday So Far: I woke up, hadda wash, had sum hay and started to habba Fink wif MissyBun, Mr Mouse and BeebeStuffie (Stuffie doesn't Fink much, but then, neither does Beebe, so it's not a problem.). and his
So, Right Off, Missy sed she wassa Udder Hed Sekretary, just like Maman, and was keeping Notes, and that she would be In ChargeFinks or (as she sed) Executive Biznizz Meetings held by Alla Us Togedder. ob enny
And I sed that we shuld hold VOTES on ebberyfing, just wike Belinda Bunny sed, that we shukd run this BIZNIZZ just like a Warren, where Ebbery Bunny Has Wun VOTE, and the most VOTES on ennyfing, wins.
So Alla Us Togedder VOTED on dat and it won, 4 - 1 (onna'count obba Fakt dat Stuffie didn't choose to VOTE and kept all four paws down.) So da Furst Rool Around heer issa same wun we've allus had: One Bunny, One VOTE.
And then We agreed dat we would go on, waking up early bifore the Sun Is Up, and hab "Power Brekfasts" - that is, powering down as much food as possible bifore Maman arrived inna Kitchin to grope around for her coffee, or Dadda came out frumma Bedroom and turned on alla lights. (Dadda likes as much light as he can get inna Morning; Maman prefers to wake up as slow as she can. We don't care, onna'count obba Fakt dat we're alreddy Up and Powering Down Food.)
And that got anudder VOTE ob 4-to-1 in Favour Ob onna'count obba Fakt dat Stuffie didn't VOTE dis time, eidder. But she's not big on Eating the way da rest ob us are (being a stuffie and ebberyfing), so I can't blame her.
So then, Alla Us Togedder got interrupted by Da Dawg arriving and wanting to know if it was Hokay wif us if he went Outta Back Door to go On his Morning Patrol.
And I was wike, "Wookit, we can't opin da Back Door for you and you know it onna'count obba Fakt dat we don't hab Opposable Thumbs. You're just going to hab to wake up Dadda."
Anna Dawg sed, "Hokay, George BunnyRabbit." and trotted off, back toda Bedroom where he came frum.
And Beebe sed, "Shuld we take a VOTE about agreeing onna Dawg being Stoopit?"
And Mr Mouse sed, "No. There is no sense in VOTING on whut we Alreddy Know. How about we VOTE on who is going to be 'Junior Executive' for Lagomorphin Enterprises?"
And dat got Missy going, and she fluffed all up and wanted to know why we needed a 'Junior Hextextutive' when we alreddy had Maman and her to run fings.
"Whutsamatta? Don't you trust Maman and me to know whut's hapinin' alla time? Maman knows where Dadda is, whut he's sellin' to whom and whut he's gotta ged more ob. And Maman knows howta werk da 'puter and answer da tellyphones, besides which Maman knows howta dress up and alla dat stuff. And I know ebbryfingunior Hextextutive' for?" Maman knows, so whut do you need sum 'J
And Mr Mouse piped up and sed: "For the Letter-Hed. It just looks bedda when dere issa "Junior Executive" listed there along wiffa CeeEeeOh. "
And Missy sed datta Letter-Hed looked Just Fine when it sed "Hed Sekretary" and "Udder Hed Sekretary" unner'neaf ob "CeeEeeOh".
And den Missy stopped for a second and den axted, "And just whoinnaheck is dis 'CeeEeeOh', ennyways? And why habbin't we VOTED on her?"
And Mouse sed: "Onna'count obba Fakt datta 'CeeEeeOh' is Dadda and you can't VOTE on him."
And Missy sed, "Oh."
And then Beebe mentioned dat he hadn't ebben seed a Letter-HedMouse pointed out, one was bound to turn up if Maman got left in peace atta 'puter for any length of time. He had alreaddy herd Maman talking about creating one, so it couldn't be too far frum being heer. yet, but as
But Missy kept insisting dat we VOTE on wedder or not we shuld habba 'Junior Hextexutive". So we did, anna VOTE was 3-to-1-to-1 wif Stuffie not VOTING eidder way, again - but ennyways, having a Junior Executive onna'count obba Fakt dat a Letter-Hed that was bound to turn up Sumtime, won.
So den Da Dawg came back, bringing Dadda to open the Back Door for him.
And he went Out On Patrol. It's his Job, and Jobs are more important to Border Collie Dawgs inna Morning than having Power BrekfastsHouzRabbits. are to
And Dadda put on The Kettle and headed off toda Bafroom, which is more important to him than a Power Brekfast, too.
And Maman was still inna Bedroom, so Alla Us Togedder went on wif Our Fink and Power Brekfast.
And Mr Mouse sed dat we shuld 'Lect da Junior Executive. "I don't wanna be It." He went on, "Onna'count obba Fakt that I am the Comp'ny Mascot."
"An' Whutdaheck issat?" axt Missy.
"Dadda sed so. He sed since I am his Office Bunny, I ged to be The Comp'ny Masot and have my pikchur on stuff p'taining to da Comp'ny. So onna Letter-Hed, I will be listed as 'Mascot, Mr Mouse' and hab my pikchur on stuff."
And Missy thought aboud this and gave Mouse a Disapproving Rabbit Look.
"Well," Sed Mouse, "You're 'Udder Hed Sekretary'!"
And Beebe sed dat he and Stuffie had decided to be "Salad Directors", and Mouse axted, "How do you werk dat wun out, since Dadda doesn't sell salad?"
And Beebe sed we all hab to eat sumtime and when we did, he and Stuffie would be there to Direct it.
Which seems fair to me.
So Mouse p'posed me for "Junior Executive" and we VOTED onnit, and it was passed, wiffa VOTE ob 4-to-1, with Stuffie not lifting her paw eidder way again. This looks like it's going to become a habit wif her, onna'count obba Fakt dat stuffies don't seem to VOTE on ennyfing, ebber.
So den Dadda came back into the Bun Room and axt Whut We Buggers were up to, and I sed we were habbin' a Power Brekfast, and he sed, "Eh? George-the-Bun? What are you up to?"
And he gave Alla Us Togedder a Pet and went off to make Tea.
Which is not a Bad Fing, but it more or less broke uppa Power Brekfast dat we were habbin' just about then.
Because by the time we got ourselves sorted out frum having hadda Pet, it was time for our Morning Snack And Following Nap.
So, just bifore we settled down to a short munch, dat's when I sed to MissyBun dat I hab to ged sum bedda "Communication Skills" - onna'count obba Fakt dat if I am going to be the Junior Executive ob Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC., I am going to have to be able to communicate effectively wiffa CeeEeeOh.
Because, nebber mind whut Maman says about "The American Educational System" and about the "Deterioration of the Inkwish Language" - NONE ob THAT means EnnyFING! We're talking about stuff getting inna'way ob Nap Time and it is Serious BIZNIZZ. And I can't be having wif Nap Time being interrupted by poor communication inna hierarchy onna Letter-Hed.
So we gotta werk dis out. And we will. Later on. Afta da Nap.
------------------------- By George