Well, I guess I should tell you whut happined here a couple ob days ago - cos George is still heer an I sorta don see him moobin on inna hurry.
Furst ob all, his name isn't George. We don know whut his name is an nedder does he. "George" is whut Maman calls him, cos she says dat she has allus wanted Wun Big Rabbit Whose Name Is George. Dadda calls him "Fred" bud I don fink dat's his name eidder.
Well whutebber his name is, dis is gonna be Wun Big Rabbit as soon as he is growed up, but dat's not rite now onna'count ob George's bein whut Dadda calls a "babby". Which is whut I fink is his reel name, bud we'll ged to dat inna minit.
Furst, I'll tell you whut happined.
Now, wike I've sed bifore, Maman's mawmie is berry sik, an dis is causin Maman an Sistah Beffy to hab to be dere to wook afta her a wot. Dadda anna Lad are preddy much on dere own wif us. So Maman an Dadda don hab much time to tawk or when wun is tawkin, nobunny has much energy weft for wistenin. Dis is a pwobwem cos dey aren't makin sense to each udder.
So ennyway, da Lad tooka phone call frum a V-E-T dat we used to go to. Dey hadda 'bandoned bunny an no wun to take him. Da Lad told Dadda 'boud it. Dadda told da Lad, "NFC, mate; where wuld we pudd'im when we got eight uppystairs?" an dat was dat. I breathed a sigh ob relief, bud still felt kinda bad forda bunny wif no home.
I mean, it's terryble, bein OnAlone an how awful can it be to be atta V-E-Ts, knowin dat you is OnAlone on top ob dat?
Bud whut culd I do? We is wall-to-wall bunnies inna Bun Room in our Habbytats, an Hunny is on meddycin an I'm onwy eatin salad, an fings are nod 'speshully peaceful, whut wif Maman's mawmie an alla stuff goin on.
Well, ennyways, dees fings habba way ob werkin oud. When Maman comed home, da Lad told Maman boutta phone call. She gotted dat deer-inna-hed-lights wook aboud her, an wooked at Dadda. Bud Dadda wuz hed-down inna 'puter game an he didn' say ennyfing cept datta bunny was OnAlone atta V-E-Ts an he fortygotted to tell her aboudda phone call.
So da nextest day, Dadda goes to werk, an Maman sets off to do her stuff - mindin her mawmie, geddin food to her, callin da hoomin V-E-T an twyin to figger oud whut to do nextest, an s'sportin Sistah Beffy who is stayin wiffa Maman's Mawmie, who she calls "mom-mom".
Den wate inna day, Maman comes in wike a whirlwind, gwabs a carrier and she's gone again.
Now I been heer for seben years, an I'm nod stoopid. When Maman gwabs an empty carrier an don pud enny ob us innit, she's goin onna "Reskew".
So Dadda comes home an he an da Lad are playin on dere 'puter game, an Maman whirls back in wiffa carrier. An Dadda wooks inside an says, "I fought I told you dat we don gotta room." He didn yell or ennyfing, he just sed it.
An Maman says, "You just told me datta bunny wus dere - wike I shuld go geddit. So I did."
An dis wassa troof - cos Dadda had sed toda Lad dat dere wuz no room, he didn' say dat to Maman. Ebben doh she knowed dat dere wuz no room heer, she allus says dat she kin find room-for-wun-more inna 'mergency, dat God don send nobunny to be reskewed unwess He knows datta bunny shuld be heer.
An Dadda didn't say ennyfing. So Maman wuz skeert. She broughted da carrier uppystairs an set it in frunt ob my habbytat an rushed back downnastairs.
An dere was George inside, wookin bewildered.
So I axted him his name, an he don know. He wassn atta furst home wong enuf to bemember his name. Babby's is wike dat - you feed dem enuf an dey don bemember ennyfing 'cept where da food is.
So I axted him whut happined. An George sed dat he was inna shop, den inna nice home. Denna peebles dat had him hadda fight anna young girl dat was takin care ob him stawted to cry. Den she pud him inna big box an dey went toda V-E-T pwace. An den, he sed she pudda box onna floor, anna nextest fing he knew, sumwun else was opinin da box an he wassn' home ennymore. He wuz OnAlone!
An cos he issa babby, he stawted to cry an he wuz skeert.
So I told him he was at Our Warren an introduced him as much as I culd, seein as how he wuz still inna carrier an culdn't see much.
Den I herd downnastairs, Dadda say to Maman dat it wuz his fault, dat he had sed 'boud no room toda Lad, an Maman stawted cryin - well, she don zactly cry, she just stands dere an her eyes ged fulla wadder an she backs away, wike she is gonna bolt enny minit.
An den Dadda sed, "Well, he'll hab to be a Foster, cos we can hab enuf room, bud I can't kick da babby oud, cos he's god no home." Den Dadda comed uppa stairs an wooked in.
An I sed to da babby, "Wookit Junyor, you godda p'wess Dadda. Cos you issa babby, you godda wotta 'cute' goin for you, so use it."
An Dadda godda reskew cage frumma car an taked George oudda da carrier an dat's when I rilly godda wook at him.
Wet me tell you, dis is no "Wun Yeer, Full Growed Bunny" wike da V-E-T told Maman. Dis issa berry young, half-growed Flemish Giant babby - he gots da big hed dat's half da size ob his body, da broad face anna BIG feets ob your typikal Flemish Giant. An he's all white wif some grey on his face. His ears aren't as big as dey culd be, bud he's growin.
An den, as Dadda is holdin da Babby, da Babby reached up an snuffled his hair. Den he tasted da hair. Den he cuddled. I'm tellin you, dis babby wearns fast!
So now he's heer. I told him alreddy, fortyged da pellets, hold oud for salad an hay. An dis kid's no dummy - he's nod eatin pellets, bud he's eatin huge amounts ob salad an hay. He don know whut treats are, bud we'll ged to dat.
I'm coachin him.
I fink I mite wike dis babby. Ebben if his name IS George, which I don fink id is. I fink his name is Babby.