I offer to you my deepest apologies for not typing yesterday's entry in this, Miss Belinda's most wonderful, Blog. It was my intention to honour her by keeping it up during her ab-since, but being new to what she has called "The Blogging Experience", I made a mistake in Time - not taking what was offered to me by Our Maman and sleeping when, perhaps, I should have been typing to honour Miss Belinda who is Our most respected Top Bun.
I shall today try to Make Up for my not getting it right.
I am most pleased to report that Miss Belinda, most gracious and wonderful Elder of Our Warren, returned last night from the care and keeping of the most excellent Dr Doolen, the Healer.
She has come back in her carrier, with her Special Blankie, as is indeed correct for one of her high status. I will try to report what she has related of her journey thus far:
"Wemme tell you, it rained on us. Furst dere was wun dwop an Maman sed 'Uh oh', an den dere wassa big fwash an den I dunno whut happined on account obbit bein nite outsidda car an bein dark inside. Bud alla sudden it's wike sumbun is pourin a whole tankfulla wadder onna car. So Maman shrieked, an I feeled us slow rite down an den da rain was poundin onna car so hard dat I felt wike I was sittin inside obba drum or sumfing. I culd hardly hear myself fink!
"So ob course, I stands up to habba wook outta da carrier, an Maman's holdin ontoda steerin fingie wif bof hands wike grim deaf, an Dadda's dere peerin outta da winder wike he can see fru a solid sheet ob wadder. An den an Maman's wike, 'Hey! Where's sa road!?' An I'm finkin, 'Wady, if you don know where'da road is, we are in BIG Trubble!'
"So were goin slower an slower an Maman's geddin more an more skeert, an da rain is geddin louder an louder anna car-wheels sound wike we is ploughin fru a ribber. Den she squeaks to Dadda, 'Where's da fwashers?' an she an Dadda are fumblin aroun, pattin da steerin fingy all ober an Dadda sed sumfing boud 'Murrican cars shuld be 'standard-dized' an Maman's jus sqeekin wike she's got her hed stuck in sumfing. Anna rain is pourin down wike funder. It's wike habbin a 'Water World' 'Musement Ride wiffoud ennyfing 'musin goin on.
"An den, if you can `magin it, da rain geds wouder. An Maman pulls ober toda side obba road, an by now da rain is so woud dat she's screamin at Dadda so he kin hear her, 'No! I kin still dribe, it's just too much rain!' an he's wike, 'Will you gib ober, gurl! I'm not goin to dribe. I'd drown geddin toda driber's seat!' So dere shoutin at each udder and I'm finkin, 'Dis sucks.'
"An den da rain wets uppa widdle an Maman hassa wook inna mirror-fing an pulls back onna highway again. Anna winder-wipers are goin ninty-six toda duzzin an da car is wightin up ebbery now an den frum somefing oudside an Maman's tawkin toda car, tellin it to 'Come on, Car', which is preddy stoopid, cos she's inna car an it issn going ennywhere's wiffoud her.
"So we keeps on goin an Maman yells back to me, 'Hold on, Belinda!' an I'm finkin, 'Yeah, wike I gots sumfing else I kin do back here.' an den Dadda yells back an axts me, 'How you doin, Belle?' an I'm wike, 'Whuddaya mean, how am I doin? Whut'chu 'spect? I'm preddy choice-wess back here wiffouda a steerin fingy anna pedals. Jus keep Maman goin until we is home. Ya fink you kin dodat?' I mean, geez!
"So we keeps on dribin an afta awhile anna wotta turns dat almost tips me ober, cos I can't wie down wif alla dat noise goin on, we pulls innu a dribeway. An I know its a dribeway cos I kin feel da bounce, bud I also know it's nod OUR dribeway cos itsa wrong bounce, an guess whut happins den? We're nod home - we're pikin up Sistah anna stoopid puppy, Cody! Noboddy axted me abouddit, bud here we are. Well, dat was all I needed! So I just peed rite dere, cos I was rilly 'noyed - furst I'm inna hospiddle habbin salad an raspyberries, an den when I am just settled down to go to sweep I gots to go home inna almost-nite, den I'm almost drownded onna way, an now here'sa stoopid dawg twyin to snuffle me in my carrier! I'm twellin you, it's just bin wun indiggity afta anuudder.
"Don ged me wrong, I'm gwad I is home an ebberyfing, bud you kin go on an keep doin da Blog, cos fwankly, I needa west. I hab had it wif *ebberyfing* for awhile. An oh geez, here comes Maman wif meddycin! Dis is all I need!"
So Our Warren is now back together as it should be. Our Elder Miss Belinda is in her rightful place in her habbytat and for her esteemed honour, I will continue to keep her Blog. This is my duty to her for permitting me to become part of her Group. Ancient Hunny, most wise and experienced among us, has also given me permission to continue to express the observations and opinions of the bunnies living here. I feel honoured by their trust as is reposed in me.
Tomorrow Miss Clover has suggested that I explain the difference in my manner of talking as opposed to Miss Belinda's. It is odd to me to hear that all rabbits do not speak alike, however, there is good reason for it, as was explained to me by Ancient Hunny, from whom all wisdom seems to arise. How much we owe to the wonderful Elder rabbits among us!
Until tomorrow, then, I remain,