Hullo... me, Hunny heer...
Since Belinda had her picture heer, I thought I would hab mine heer, too. Afterall, I amma Senior Bun atta Warren an I wassa Top Bun before Belinda, so I will habba picture of me heer, too. It was taken inna yeer 2000 so I look a liddle bid older now, cos I amma liddle bid older.
Belinda is suddenly geddin bedder. Nobun can splain it, it is just happening by herself. Maman an Dadda are 'mazed. They keep commin to look at her an den to look at eachudder an hug each udder.
They keep saying "I can't beliebit."
Yes, buttit is rite there in her habbytat - Belinda.
She is eating a lot of salad. She told me she issn't reddy to leeb just yet. Most bunnies don habba presance ob mind to tell da Black Rabbit to come back later, bud Belinda does.
Last nite, she hadda talk wif me. We talked aboudda Top Bun. Nobun is reddy to be Top Bun. She asked me an I told her, straight up, I'm too old. I'll be firteen soon. Dat's too old. I wanna eat hay an nap, not run things an hab to be responsible. Dat's why I turned da whole mess ober to her inna furst place.
An Clover alreddy told her dat she would do it temp'rary, bud that there's too much involved for her to look after Beebe an run the place. And Clover has never been about details, ennyway. She's a very laid-back bunny. You hab to like details to be Top Bun. My Maggie liked details, so she made me go out ebbery nite an gett'em, an I did, but as soon as Belinda wanted to do it an Maggie went ober da Rainbow Bridge, I let Belinda habba job.
An Beebe doesn't wanna job unless he can habba hare-im, an in ennycase, Clover sed he can't habba job because she won't hab him habbin da job, an Missy won't eidder. An Missy sed she's too young to be Top Bun yet, and dat's dat.
Poet just wants to re-arrange our hay mound. She issa bun traumatised by the way she was raised for sebben years before she came heer, so it's okay. She's dellycate an I just like her bein able to become herself an hab her freedom to walk around wiffout being skeert alla time. It's nice she hassa hay-pile, you know?
So Belinda asked Mouse, an Mouse, well, he said he was too new atta Our Warren. He wassa Top Bun at his warren before he got heer, but it wassa smaller warren wif only him an Luckie-bun an one hoomin. Not like this one with eight bunnies an at least two hoomins, an two hoomins dat are allus habbin stoopid ideas at dat, on toppa two catz (one who is uppity an one who is just about as stoopit assa hole inna ground) dat think they hab rites an all.
So Belinda sed to me, "Well, sod dat fora game ob soljers. I can't go, can I? Da Bwack Rabbit jus hasta wate his turn cos I can't be habbin wif dis no-way, no-how. Dis is my warren an I'm nod gonna leeb it inna mess jus cossa sumfing dats decided to gwow inside ob me. I'll pud off seein Hawthorn for a widdle. He'll be dere, waidin for me, bud he knows I godda stay heer an ged dis pwace sorted oud furst. Beisdes, sumbuns godda take care obba Maman an bwing up Babby an goodness knows whut else! Hebbin kin wate."
And I can unnerstand whut she means, becos I wassa Top Bun, too, until she was readdy to take over alla 'sponsibilities ob being Top Bun.
So I told Belinda, "Hab som hay, hab your salad an habba nap. You can't walk da 'Lantic as Maman says. Just go one paw atta time an don keep looking atta horizon - just mind where your paws are going. You can't walk on wadder an you can't bring the horizon closer or whistle uppa wind; you just go one paw afta the udder."
An Belinda said, "Sounds gud to me. Now call Maman, will you? Fro your tin cup or sumfing. Cos my hay-pile is geddin all fwat and I can't be habbin wiffat..."