Maman an Dadda wet me bisit Missy wast nite!
Yes dey did!
An I poked my hed innu Missy's habbytat an she wooked at me an sed, "Hey, whut'chu doin in heer?"
An Beebe poked his nose innu Missy's habbytat an sed, "YeeOOOO! KID! WHUT'CHU DOIN IN DERE?!?"
An I sed, "Wookin."
An Missy sed, "I am Nod a mawmie, George." An she pud her tail rite up. "Wet's ged wun fing straight rite offa bat: I am NOD a mawmie."
An I stwetched oud my nose towards hur.
So Missy bopped my nose.
"I'm warnin you, George." She sed. "You come in dis habbytat an you is gonna gwoom me. If we is gonna do dis bondin fing, it's gonna beda twadishunal rabbit rewashunship: meanin you is gonna gwoom me. God it?"
An I sed, "Tradishunal. Rite. Shure. Hokay." Cos Missy issa big rabbit, bud a berry preddy rabbit. Berry round.
So I hopped toda back ob her habbytat to see whut my habbytat wooked wike frum dis angle an she jumped on my butt an stawted, well... you know
I was so embarassed.
So I hopped forward a widdle an she wet me go.
"I'm nod kiddin, George." Missy sed. "I'm nodda mawmie."
Den Maman sed to Dadda, "Mebbe we shuld hab wet George in wif Belinda. I fought she was too sik an too fragile. He's too widdle for Missy. She's an adult. Mebbe she doesn't wanna kid wif her. Mebbe Mouse."
An Mouse grumbled, "Nod on your wife, wady!" an stawted to munch hay rilly loud an toss id aroun.
An Dadda sed, "Wet her ged to know George." Bewinda sed Dadda issa "dippy'mattic" wun obb'em.
An Missy bopped me onna hed agin, bud nod hard an she didn grunt or ennyfing.
An I'm finkin, dis is nod goin da way I fought it wuld.
An Hunny calls oud, "Hey, kid, it nebber does! Wimmins issa pain inna butt!" an dat wuz jus as Poet falled ober him agin, wookin to see if he had enny nanner left in his mouf.
An Hunny grunted, "Gerrof me, Poet! I alreddy et it!" cos Poet issa'boud four leebs short obba bale sumtimes, 'speshully when it comes to nanner.
An den, suddinly, Maman had wadder comin outta her eyes agin an she sed to Dadda,
"Nobun ebber knows, do dey? Ebberybunny hassa potenshul Belinda ora George when dey go to 'dopt. Dey nebber know. Da bunny dey pass up culd be annudder Belinda. It culd be anudder 'heart bunny', bud becos dey say 'We don hab room' dey nebber ged to know dat bunny. It's onwy when dey getta bunny home dat ennywun can know a bunny. Wook at George - he wooked wike enny udder bunny atta V-E-Ts - Bunny-Inna-Box - justa-nudder-bunny, bud now dat he's heer, he's Goerge. Our George!
"An wook at Belinda. I'm shure when Laura god hur she was justa-nudder-bunny. An den she became Belinda - bud onwy afta she was dere an was able to become Belinda.
"We hab sebben bunnies. How many Belinda's or George's are we missin? Bud we can't afford anudder bunny jus now, nod widda noo compiny, an alla bills frum Belinda an takin care of Hunny an alla stuff going on wif Mu'ver an alla dat. I jus can't do it, bud whut if we're condemmin annudder Belinda or annudder George? Brian, whut shuld we do?"
An Dadda pud his arms aroun Maman an Maman was makin berry sad noises an I came an snuffled her feets, jus wike Bewinda told me to do when Maman is wike dis.
Anna Warren god berry, berry quiet until alla noises dat dere were was comin frum Maman.
An den Dadda sed, "Belinda knows we're doin da bestest we kin."
An she does, ob course. Bewinda knows ebberyfing. She wassa smawtest bunny I ebber knowed. She sed dat Maman had dees fits now anna'gin an dat onwy Dadda culd handle dem. She sed it is onna'count ob Maman bein Maman. Bewinda sed my job ista snuffle, so I had bedder ged good at'tit. So I twied.
Waiter on Hunny sed dat Maman is rite: nobun knows a bunny till dey libs wif dem. He says datta same fing is troo aboudda bunny pawents.
"Da fing is," Hunny sed, "Dere is nebber room inna warren until da udder bunny is alreddy heer. Nobunny ebber wants unnudder bunny until dey alreddy gots him. Den dey will nebber wet you go."
"You meen nobunny wanted me?" I axt. An I felt sad. Nobunny wanted me.
An Hunny sed, "No. Ob course nod. Dere was no room. Bewinda was sik. I am sik. Maman was sik. Dadda was habbin pwobwems holdin fings togedder. Where wass'er room fora'nudder bunny? Dere wassn! Den you god abandoned atta V-E-Ts an Maman went an god you. You were da wast fing ennybunny needed! Bud now dat you're heer, you're stayin. Cos you is yoo-neek. Jus wike alla udder bunnies heer."
An I sed, "Oh."
An Hunny turned aroun suddenwy, an wooked at me, berry serwious.
"Stop feelin sorry fur yourself, George. Dat is no way to feel. You is heer now an you is stayin. Wookit, inna beginnin, nobun wanted me, eidder. An dat's why I was OnAlone. Den Maman taked me cos I was inna horryble pwace. Dat's how id is. We are finded an we are sint. I fink sumbun called you, George, an I fink you was sint. We allus hab wun more bunny den we hab room for bifor da Bwack Rabbit comes. You was called, Babby George, an you was sint. Nebber fortyged dat: you was sint to Our Warren. An Maman nebber knowed."
"Issa nudder bunny gonna be sint?" I axted.
An Hunny god quiet. Fora wong time he didn say say ennyfing, an den he sed, "I dunno. Mebbe nod rite now. Maman mite break, or sumfing mite go wrong. Dere issa wotta changes inna air an I can't tell whut alla fings meen. Go to sweep, Babby George. Mebbe Bewinda will come an tell you fings inna nite."
So dis mawnin, I feel a widdle dif'frunt. I am still makin a hole nextest to Missy's hed, bud she's not warnin me aboud nod bein a mawmie. Dat's hokay. I'm nod makin a hole to ged to a mawmie. I'm makin a hole so I kin be bonded. Wimmins issa pain inna butt, but I fink I wanna be wif wun.