Hullo. Me, Hunny heer. I am takin ober Belinda's Blog just for tiday so she kin habba rest. She has bin sik an needs ta rest a widdle.
Whut happined wuzza salad. Maman boughtted salad frumma good compiny an fed it to ebberybun frumma bag. She didn't fink she needed to washe it furst cos it said onna bag dat it had all reddy bin washed an wuz reddy for da table. Well, it wassn't. It had sumfing innit. Sumfing bad.
Whutebber it wuz, it made Luckie so sik dat da Black Rabbit comed almost right away. Den he stayed, hovverin ober Belinda's habbytat. Bud Maman made him leeb. Maman is still afraid dat he is lurkin, so she's still gibbin Belinda meddysin an wookin at Belinda's pooties, but Belinda seems to be hokay. She's a fighter, dat gurl.
Den Maman, an Sistah an Dadda all comed inna Bun Room armed wif mops an brooms an duspans an bukits an dere wassa gen'ral cleen. Poet tried to hang on to her pootie box, but Sistah pushed her oud obbit wif Mr Broom and taked it to Maman inna bafroom. It god vinnygur an wader pud innit an washed reel good and wooks wike noo, now. Alla floors god washed wif vinnygur, too, an so did alla sides anna big floor an dis pwace smelled wike a pickle facktory.
Dadda opined alla winders to wet da airs bwow fru.
An den Dadda pud da Babby in next door to Clover and Beebe - bud dat didn't werk. Da Babbby stawted a pootie war rite away an Maman sed, "We'll nod be habbin dis." So oud comed da Babby an in went Missy.
So while Missy was all confoozled, dere was suddenly a wotta thumpin goin on an Maman an Dadda raced uppystairs and dere wuz Beebe - he'd forced his way into Missy's Habbytat an brought Clover wif him, so dat dere were FREE bunnies inna space ment for wun!
So Dadda hadda sort dat out.
An Maman told Beebe dat she can't be habbin wif dat.
So den waiter, Maman comed up wif appuls an my stoopit meddycin an I hadda meddycin anna appul an sum hay an sum pellets while I was sittin in my diggy box, cos Poet won't ged outta da pootie box. An Maman washed out tin cup but Poet don't want dat eidder. She just wants to sit inna pootied box in case sumbun tries to take it away again.
I just wet her ged on wiffit. Sooner or waiter, she'll ged hungree an hafta come oud.
No bun can stay cooped up forebber. It's wun fing to be afraid, an it's good to be cautious, but you can't stay so fraid dat you won't come outta da pootied box. Cos da food won't come to you. You gotta go to da food. An da wadder won't come to you. You godda go to da wader. An you mite as well be nice aboud it onna way.
Cos if you is nice to sumbun, who knows? Dey might be nice back. It werks dat way. Smiles an ear fwaps an nosebonks are contagious.