Now Playing: Tiny Protest
I wanna type a protest.
A teeny, tiny protest. *flounce*
It's frumma teeny, tiny bunny inna Habbytat Ober Heer that EveryBunny passes by, onna'count obba Fakt that Mr Mouse is feeling Way Too 'Titled, and he Won't Bond!
See, the Fing is...
He won't bond! And *I* will bond. Onna'count obba Fakt that I am Very Teeny-Tiny and Cute. Dadda says so. He calls me "Princess" even though my name is "Foxie" (because I gotta pointed little face!) but he calls me "Princess" because I am so Totally and Adorably, Unbearably Cute!
And I am Nice. Even if I do nippy-nibbly-nibble onna finger or two oncest inna'while, very rarely. *stare*
Unlike Mr Mouse who is a 'Titled Little Grump. *twirl*
And Everybunny passes by me, Inklooding Da Dawg.
So howcome Da Dawg has this huge, big, Great-Big-Whopping-Waggy Furry Tail? And howcome, when he goes by my habbytat, does he feel he hasta bang his Great-Big-Whopping-Waggy Tail uppagainst My Habbytat? *sulk*
I keep trying to get ahold obba Waggy-Tail with my toofies and I can't, onna'count obba way it whips in-and-outta heer like Summer Rain: flip, it's in - whip, it's gone!.
I mean, I know when he's whipping that Waggy-Tail in-and-outta heer Da Dawg is inna Good Mood and he's sharing all his "Happy-Dawg" all over the place with everybun and everyfing, but, you know - *butt-waggle* - he's a pest. Just like Dadda says, Da Dawg issa pest. A smiley, don't-mean-ya-enny-harm pest, but a pest alla'same. And that waggy, pesky tail! Allus going in-and-outta my habbytat...
Which wouldn't be happining if Mr Mouse didn't go around feeling all 'Titled and would axtchually bond with me. *twinkly-bink*
If he would just "share" as Maman says, instead of insisting that he "owns" ebberyfing. *bat-eye-lashes* For all he's a lawyer and everyfing, he hasn't figgered out that it's Alla Us Togedder and nobunny owns ennyfing at all. And That's Whut Missy Said. *stare* And Missy Should Know onna'count obba Fakt that she is Almost An *Elder Bun*, but Not Quite.
But she knows a Whole Lotta Fings. And if you don't believe me, axt George.
Do you know that MissyBun has been heer at Our Warren even longer than George?
Uh huh. *twirl* She came to Our Warren Furst. Then George-Inna-Box, then Mr Mouse and then Dusty-and-Me. Only Missy, George and Mr Mouse bemember The Old Houz. Well, them and The Cokie-Cat. And Da Dawg sorta bemembers it onna'count obba Fakt that he lived inna Old Houz a Little While bifore he came to live heer with Maman's mawmie bifore she went to the Rainbow Bridge. But Dusty, Beep-the-Udder-Cat and I Never Lived At the Old Houz. We only know *this* Houz.
Uh huh, and *I* would bond with Mr Mouse onna'count obba Fakt that he issa lawyer and alla that stuff, and I am a Very Nice and Cute and Teeny-Tiny Teacup Inkwish Spot BunnyRabbit. *hop-binky* And Mouse is cute even if he is old by HouzRabbit Standards. He is going to be Ten! Ten! That's Way Older Than George! Even Older than Missy!
Um, well, not older than Da Dawg, though, but the Dawg is ninety-wun in Dawg Years . And Dadda says that Da Dawg has Genuine Senior Momints, too. So he's *rilly* old! *blink* And Cokie-the-Fat-Cat is, like, ten or sumfing, which is almost as old as Phil's Empress KayCee Kitty who is TwelveYears Old! And because she is Twelve Years Old she gets away with Ebberyfing At His Houz! (Shhhh...she peed on his pillow onna'count obba Fakt that she didn't like him giving off gurlfriend cootie-vibes! *bunny-giggle* Empress KayCee issa Very Jellyus Kitty Gurl! But Shhhh! Don't tell!)
Uh huh. *bounce*
And I would like to be bonded onna'count obba Fakt I don't see why I should be living in this Hospiddle Habbytat, as Maman calls it, where Da Dawg comes by and bangs his Whopping-Great-Furry Tail innuit onna'count obba Fakt he's a happy-Dawg. I mean, that sucks! And I can't grab the Waggy-Tail onna'count obba Fakt that the Waggy-Tail goes in-and-outta heer sooooo fast! *pount* Which is unfair. I should be able to grab on and pull it. Hard. *glare*
But if I was bonded, then I could live up *there* in Mr Mouse's habbytat, if he wasn't Feeling so 'Titled alla'time. I could axt Maman to move alla my Cool Toys, and my Hay Box and my Pootie-box and my Rolly-Bell-Balls up there, too. You know, my Cool Toys are rilly parrot-toys, but I like 'em onna'count obba Fakt they're hangy toys. Mouse doesn't have enny hangy-toys, but I do, and I like to stand up and box at them sumtimes. They are kinda fun. Speshully the wun with the bell on. Uh huh. *bink*
But Mr Mouse won't let me outta The Pootie box when Maman tells him he hasta Share With Me. He shares everything when we are inna Hallway, or onna ScreenPorch, or inna BunPen, or inna BafRoom - but he won't share his habbytat, even afta Dadda and Phil 'bout Froze Their (can't say that werd? Howcome? They said it! Why can't I? Oh, all right! Nebber mind. I won't type it. George, you are such a sissy!) When They About Froze To Death cleaning and washing Mr Mouse's habbytat so it wouldn't smell like Mr Mouse. (There. Hozzat?) *flounce*
But Mr Mouse *still* wouldn't share with me, although he does a little bit of the grooming Fing if I stick my head alla way up his... (Whut? Whuttayamean I can't type that werd eidder'? Whut is this, censorship? I'm gonna tell Maman on you, George BunnyRabbit!) Well, I did! And Mr Mouse did groom me a little bit and I groomed him back and there was sum half-hearted humping-for-dominance that he wasn't rilly into, but that he did to Keep Up Appearances.
Uh huh *binky-hop* But we aren't bonded and Maman said she doesn't "trust" Mr Mouse to be nice to me onna Reg'lar Basis. Onna'count obba Fakt he is feeling 'Titled.
So then Dadda piks me up. Because I am Soooooo Such A Nice Bunny! And heer I was holding on, lemme tell you! And Dadda said it was "Cute" how I was hanging on to his collar and pulling myself up on his shoulder.
Uh huh. *nose-twitch* YOU trying being the size obba over-grown hamster and sumbunny has you six feets offa floor! Geez! Talk about skert! Of COURSE I WAS HANGIN' ON! It's a LONG WAY DOWN TODA FLOOR Frum The Top Ob Dadda's Shoulder! I'd be a nut-case if I wasn't hanging on for dear life!
Uh huh. *blink* But Dadda doesn't know "snuggle" frum "terror", which is lucky for me onna'count obba Fakt he finks I'm Adorably Snuggly.
Maman says I amma Minnyachur Edishun of Belinda Bunny in Grey. Uh huh. A Teacup Inkwish Spot BunnyRabbit. Dadda says I have Cute Bunnitude. *Periscope*
Axtchually, I can box and *grunt* just like Mr Mouse only better onna'count obba Fakt I am Teeny and Cute. I am even Teenier Than Mouse. He is Small. I am Teeny. Uh huh.
Mr Mouse is old and grumpy. I am tiny and feisty. *bink* And I can popcorn all over the place, and go *rilly*, *RILLY* fast! And so fast that nobun can catch me! Wheeee! *binky-binky-bink!* But, mostly I get stuck in corners onna'count obba Fakt that I can't figger out how to get outta'em. *bop-hop* Two walls, wun Dadda - that preddy much cuts down on your number of available exits.
But still. *blink*
This issa protest by a teeny, tiny bunny.
There is Too Much Happy-Waggy Dawg Tail and Too Much Going By My Habbytat. I demand *thump* that I get bonded! Right Away!
Uh huh! *bounce-thump-foot-flick*
So if Mr Mouse won't share, howa'bout I share wif Dusty? Hey Dusty! *stare* You got room up there! Moove over, Bunny! I wanna share!
----------------------------------- By Foxie (with George)