Now Playing: It's Happinin' All Around Me!
Well, the more I look, the more I see...
There are Cloos, and they are Happinin' All Around Me! If I could just put them All Togedder, I would know *Whut's Goin' On Around Heer* - because, lemme tell you, sumfing is!
Maman won't let ennyfing get dirty, which means she is following EveryBunny around with a sponge, wiping up everywheres we go, and she is emptying Pootie-Pans without letting us do ennyfing in them. It is almost as it she is Wiping Out Bunny Smells! And we all know that *that* is just all kinds of wrong, lemme tell you! Besides, it's def'nitly 'Noying. I mean, you *Leave A Pootie* to Find Your Way and *Whoops* - it's gone. So now, you gotta start looking around for *Where You Were* onna'count obba Fakt that you are suddinly Lost In Your Own Houz...
And it's no good axting Da Dawg ennyfing onna'count obba Fakt, he's as Lost as EveryBunny else: Maman keeps on telling him, "Marc, put your toys inna Baskit." even when Nobun has been playing with him! And he's puzzled because he hasn't ebben played wif ennyfing yet, but onna'count obba Fakt he's a Border Collie (and they love their Jobs!), he just goes ahead and does it!
So Yestidday, Maman collected alla her Plush Bunnies frum Hunny's Bunny Ministry and put them inna Huge Bag, tied them all up and sent them off toda "Storage Centre" with a bunch ob Boxes Ob Buks.
Yeah, it is beginning to look more and more like sumfing like Mooving might be coming to Our Warren!
But the Very Most Werrying Fing issat We Dunno Where We Are Going, or Whut "'Tire-mint" is Alla'bout. I mean, Dadda usta say he was gonna become a "Gaffer" and raise Tatties. Hokay, so "Tatties" are Dadda's way ob saying "Potatoes" and dat is fine. We hab learned to speak a certain amount ob Inkwish frum Inkland, specifikly Zummerzet, which issa place where Dadda libbed assa Kit. So he wants to grow potatoes. Fine.
And he can't do dis inna Back Gardin onna'count obba Fakt, I dunno. Prob'ly onna'count obba Fakt that he can't be 'Tired heer or sumfing - because he keeps on Werking.
Well, if you axted me, I fink it hasta do wiffa Houz and not wif Dadda! Da Dawg sed that he and Maman were hurrying downnastairs when the telephone started ringing, and then when he wasn't looking, Maman slipped onna stair. But Da Dawg was there, doing his Job (which is to Help Her Stand UP) and she stumbled innu him and so she didn't fall over or ennyfing. But she hurt her shoulder and went to sit onna sofa inna Sitting Room with Mouse and they watched a "Law & Order" marrython and some "NCIS" for a day or so.
But 'parently she and Dadda hadda "Talk" aboud *this*, and so now there is sumfing the matter wiffa Houz With Stairs. And there is sumfing the matter wiffa Back Gardin that won't grow Tatties. So Maman and Dadda sed that Whut We Need issa Noo Houz anna Noo Gardin where they can put Belinda & Hawthorn's Rose, and Hunny's Rose, and Clover's and Bailey's and then plant a Bigger Herb Gardin along with 'Maters. Well, only Missy and Mouse like 'Maters, but that is Hokay onna'count obba Fakt that Dadda sed he will also plant sum Romaine onna'count obba Fakt that We Buggers Eat So Much obbit Ennyways that it would be WorthWhile.
And Dadda sed that Dusty issa Most Efficient Machine God Ebber Made for Converting Salad Innu Sh*t he has ever seen. Nextest to Missy.
And Missy glared at him and sed, "Yeah, but at least whut's in MY pootie box has 'Mater seeds innit! And I don't needa subscripshun to Nashunal Geographic to do it, eidder!"
And Dadda sed, "Yes, you, Missus."
So she turned around and gave him the Royal-Bunny-Butt onna'count obba Fakt that she was inna bad mood ennyways.
And then Maman came along and changed outta Pootie-Pan and there was almost nothing innit! I mean, *rilly*! It's 'Mazin' how hoomins just feel free to Mess With Our Stuff for no reason. wiffout even axtin'! Whut's she tryin' to do - Wipe Outta Bunny Smells? That is just WRONG!
So as soon as she picked up the Pootie-pan, I raced over and peed where she picked it up frum, onna'count obba Fakt that's also My Property.
And Maman yelled in frumma Kitchin, "GEORGE! Don't you DARE pee onna wall!"
So I did. Onna'count obba Fakt that I could, and prob'ly *should* mainly onna'count obba Fakt she doesn't want me to. This BunRoom *hasta* smell like US!.
Because I am werried by Whut's Happinin Around Heer. With alla this cleaning and wiping up and Taking Things Away toda Storage Centre, I am werried that mebbe sumfing is gonna happin Wif US! Where are WE gonna go? Whut's gonna happin' to Our Warren? Da Dawg has No Cloo, but he oftin doesn't. Da Catz, as usual, are just uppystairs, doing Nuffing. So that Leaves Us Bunnies to Re-Mark on ebberyfing, and try to Figger Out Whut's Gonna Happin.
So I'm just Doin' My Job. And doin' it wiffa Blog, too. I'm Re-Markin' 'bout Whut's Going On Around Heer. Which is "I Dunno" and "Looks Like Moovin' But I Dunno Where".
But I got Cloos... It's sumfing wif Dis Houz, anna Stairs, anna Back Gardin anna Growin' ob 'Maters, Romaine, and Tatties. Oh, anna werd "Organic" is in it, too. And so is "Property". So Far, So Good. And it is Happinin' All Around Me, so if I just keep my Ears Up, I will find out *Whut's Goin' On*, lemme tell you!
----------------------------------------------- By George.!