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Sunday, 25 July 2004
Makin a Hole - By George
Mood:  hug me
I'm makin a hole.

Yes I am.

Rite heer. Kin you see it?

I fink it's a preddy gud wun. I kin ged my whole hed in. Watch.

Didya see dat? Got my whole hed fru dat hole.

I bin makin it most obba nite.

At furst, when I furst godda ideea, Maman hollared in, "George, stop dat!"

But Maman didn't know da 'portance ob me makin a hole inna habbytat. Bewinda sed Maman wuld be stoopit sumtimes, bud dat it's just silly ol' Maman. She twies, you know, she rilly does twy, bud she sumtimes geds it wrong, so you gotta just 'nore her an ged on wif bein' a bunny.

Dat's whut Belinda sed.

So ebben doh Maman hollered, I god on wiffa hole.

So preddy soon, Maman showed up atta Bun Rum door an she sed, "George, stop dat."

An I herd Dadda say frumm bedrum, "Whut's he doin?"

An Maman sed, "Makin a hole."

So Dadda, who issa reel Engin-Near, comed toda door inna Bun Rum an always innersted in buildin stuff, commed toda Bun Rum door to habba wook ad whut I was doin.

An Dadda sed, "He's twyin to ged in whif Missy."

An I'm finkin, "Dat's rite, Dadda. Dis libbin on my own is nod fun."

An Missy's in her pooty-box.

Den Maman goes *thump* and says, "George! Stop dat!"

Bewinda hadda "theory" aboud Maman. She sed dat Maman finks dat bunnies can onwy unnerstan a few werds, wike dawgs, an dat all pet-Momma's hab to be what's called "consistant" when tawkin to dem. Dis means she hasta say da same werds constantly ober and ober agin or else we bunnies won't unnerstand whut id is dats wanted ob us. Apparentwy dis onwy applies to "no" werds, cos udderwise, Maman finks we habba HUGE vocaboolaries ob werds about musick an history an she tawks to us aboud fings wike da "Malthusian Cattyclysm" an udder stuff aboud which I god no clue. Bud when she's twyin to tell us nod to do sumfing, Maman uses da same widdle werds, ober an ober cos she finks dat'ssa onwy werds we kin unnerstand.

So she says, "George, stop dat." an dere's no way I kin tell her dat it's impawtant for me to continue to make dis hole.

So she turns to Dadda an says, "He dunno whut I'm tawkin aboud."

Well, I do, and I ebben unnerstan da bunny-thump dat she stuck in dere for empyfis (I am nod entirwy stoopit) bud she jus don unnerstand dat I do unnerstan bud I'm choosin nod to.

So I'm makin a hole.

Id's goin innu Missy's pwace. She's gonna be so susprised! Cos I will gwoom her an den she will be so happy!

Makin a hole...makin a hole...I'm makin a hole innu Miss-ee's... Makin a hole...makin a hole... I'm makin a hole innu Miss-ee's...

(dat'ssa widdle song I made up'aboud id to sing while I'm werkin...)

Makin a hole....
Makin a hole....
I'm makin a hole innu Miss-ee's
Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
I'm makin a hole innu Miss-ee's

(You kin sing it wif me...)

Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
I'm makin a hole innu Miss-ee's

Posted by Our Warren at 8:13 AM EDT
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Saturday, 24 July 2004
Moobed - By George
Mood:  bright
Well, dis is innerestin.

I am moobed.

Dadda commed in earwy dis mawnin armed wiffa skrewdriber an began unskrewin fings.

So I am moobed.

Wast nite, I hadda preddy gud hole goin inna door to my habbytat. Maman herd me an comed in, so I showed it to hur. I twied rilly hard, bud I culd onwy ged most ob me fru da hole. My butt an my feets were still onna wrong side.

Bud I was twyin rilly hard! Bewinda told me to allus gib one hunnert per-scent. So I pushed wif my feets an pulled wif my nosey, bud my butt was still kinda stuck inna hole.

An Maman sed, "George! Whuttayadoin?!?"

Jus wike dat. An Dadda comed in frumma bedrum wearin his unnerwear to habba wook.

So I didn wanna dissypoint him, so I showed himma hole an twied rilly hard to ged alla me fru again, jus so dey wuldn't fink I wasn't twyin hard enuf. Bewinda sed Dadda 'sespecks ebberybun to pudda same effert innu fings he wuld. So I made shure I did.

Bud I still culdn't ged my butt fru da hole ebben doh I had my feets goin.

An Mouse sed'dat my engin-nearing skills sucks. An Hunny told him to shaddup an Poet binkied innu Hunny, so he grunted add'er an denna wight snapped on an Dadda commed innu da Bun Rum.

An Missy sed, "Now you didit."

An Beebe sed, "YO! Dere is bunnies twyin to sweep ober heer. An besides, I was twyin (umph) to ged dees (omph) Craisins oud frum (esh) unner Clober (puff) wifoud her (erump) seein me an - ouch! Dang it, Clober! Weeb my butt awone!"

An Missy sed, "You go, gurlfrien."

An den dere was Dadda an I pulled back outta da hole sed to him, "See whut I done? Itssa gud hole, issn id?"

An Dadda sed, "Wookit, Sun. You can't be doin dis." An he wooked aroun da Bun Rum an wint an godda pootybox. An he pudda big, red pooty-box dat usta be Bewinda's uppa'ginst da hole I made!

I guess he don wan me to hurd myselfs by squeezin fru too small obba hole. Bewinda sed dat Dadda is berry "pro-tek-tib" ob us, which meens dat he don't nebber wan ennyfing bad to happin to us. An I guess geddin my butt stuck onna inside obba habbytat while I is twyin to ged onna outside obbit inna middul obba nite mite be bad.

So. (As Bewinda usta type.)

I herd Dadda say to Maman, "Da poor widdle guy is wonewy. Tomorry I will moob him nextest to Missy an gib him sumfing more to fink aboud."

An Maman sed. "Gib Missy a wot to fink aboud."

An Missy's hed came up alla sudden frum hur habbytat, an she sed, "Whut?"

An denna wight snapped off.

Den dis mawnin, Maman god up an wint downnastairs an den cammed bak up an wint bak to bed. I don fink she feels gud. Den a widdle wadder, Dadda god up, wint downnastairs an commed bak wearin his genes, wiffa skrewdribber anna cuppa-tea.

He told me I don needa soopervise. I wassn offerin, bud I guess he finked I was. Den Mouse called ober an sed he needsta sooperbise. Hunny sed nobun bedder sooperbise 'cept him, onna'kount ob him bein da Senior Bun inna Warren. Den Beebe sed he'ssa bestest, biggest Engin-near inna Warren an if he culd ged outta his habbytat, he wuld sooperbise. Missy sed she's as gooda Engin-Near as ennybunny else an she kin out-sooperbise da sooperbisers.

I don fink Dadda herd enny ob dis, or if he did, he didn say ennyfing. He jus stawted unskrewin fings.

An now I am moobed. I am nextest toda door an dere's Missy-inna-Middle, den Clober an Beebe byda Winder.

Hunny an Poet is where dey wuz bifore an Mouse hassn moobed, eider.

So as soon assa habbytat stopped moobin, I stiked my nose fru da lattice-werk an gwoomed Missy's nose. Den she stiked hur nose fru da lattice-werk, so I gwoomed hur nose agin. Whinebber I see da Missy nose, I am gwoomin id.

Bewinda sed I shuld allus be friendwy. NoBunny OnAlone.

I axt Missy aboudda mawmie fing. She sed she issn a mawmie, bud dat I kin sweep nextest to hur till I finda mawmie. So dat's gud.

Fur now.

Posted by Our Warren at 1:54 PM EDT
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Friday, 23 July 2004
Wookin inna blog fora mawmie - by George
I am wookin fur a mawmie inna blog. I hab wooked inna Warren an dere are no mawmies heer, an Bewinda is nod heer for me to axt.

I axt Hunny aboudda mawmie, an Hunny sed for me to bemember an so I am twyin.

Hunny sed dat I am berry twyin.

Well, I allus does my cheerful best to pwease. *binky*

So I am wookin fora mawmie in Bewinda's blog, since I an't seem to finda mawmie ennywhere's an I fink I need wun.

Whut I hab bemembered so far, issat whin I commed heer, I seem to hab bin a berry widdle bunny. I fink I still mite be a berry widdle bunny.

Says heer dat I am not 'Tellygint an dat id is hokay.

So far, so gud.

Bud whut issa "mawmie"? An why am I wookin for her?

I *fink* datta mawmie is sumbun to wie down wif. I also fink datta mawmie is sumbun to tawk to. An sumbun who tells you dat fings is gonna be hokay when you are 'fraid dat dey won't be.

Mawmies keep you warm.

Rite now, id issa widdle bit too warm in heer an Maman commed in an turned onna Air Condishywasher so it wuld ged kool. Hunny, Poet, Clober, Beebe an Missy all habba butts turned toda cool breeze frumma Air Condishywasher. Mouse is gibbin me da RBB an still won't tawk to me, bud I'm sure dat dis is cos he issa bun-ob-few-werds.

I had my butt turned innu da kool air, too, for a widdle while, bud dat god borin. So I moobed. Now I'm ober heer. *binky*

Maman sed I'm gonna moob nextest store to Missy an Missy sed, "Ohmigosh" an wint to wie down nextest to Clober an dey bin whisperin fru da lattice-werk to each udder. Beebe sed for me to "shaddup" agin, bud he is also a bun-ob-few-werds an most obb'em hab to do wif shaddin'up. I guess he dunno menny odder werds or sumfing.

Mebbe small bunnies don kno menny werds an dat is why he an Mouse are bunnies-ob-few-werds.

Ob korse dere issa pwobwem heer in dat BOF Beebe an Mouse say dat dey are BERRY BIG bunnies. I am nod sure how dey werked dat wun oud. I hab to wook down to seed dem. I fink dat makes me taller den dem. Nod sure aboud dat, bud I fink dat makes me sorta bigger den dem, too, bud dey say dat's onwy a "per-sep-shun" anna "loo-shun" I hab goin on.

Dis issa'nudder rezon why I miss Bewinda. She wuld hab told me if dey is bigger den me or nod.

She sed to me, "George, you issa mass ob potenshul. You jus don god alla bits switched on yet."

She also sed dat I hadda berry gud bwain cos id is low-milage an hardly-used.

She also told me to shut my mouf an gib my butt a chance.

Sumday I'll figger alla dis stuff oud, I hope.

Bewinda didn't stay wif me wong enough so dat I god 'Tellygint. Now I habba do it all by myself. rite bifore she weft, She told me dat Hunny wuld help me, bud whut kind of help is "Bemember"?

I wish I hadda mawmie. I'm preddy shure dat Bewinda knew whut wassa mawmie, aldoh she sed she was too owd to akchully be wun. I axt her where I culd gedda mawmie an she sed dat wun wuld come 'long an I wuld find wun.

Maybe she weft me wun inna blog.

I will keep wookin.

Posted by Our Warren at 11:41 AM EDT
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Wednesday, 21 July 2004
Bememberin' - By George
I am George.

I amma small bunny just now. Kin you see me? Ober heer. Inna korner obba habbytat.

I twied to ged oud wast nite.

I'm wookin for Bewinda. I fink she is my mawmie.

Hab you seed hur?

Hunny is ober dere. He sed dat I needa bemember fings. He sed dat I need to bemember ebberyfing I ebber knowed. He issa berry owd rabbit so I wisten to him. Bewinda sed dat if I wisten to older bunnies I wuld be Intellygint, so I am wistenin to Hunny becos Bewinda issn heer no more.

So heer is whut I bemember...

1. I wuz borned.
2. I wuz warm.
3. I wzznt.
4. I wuz at sum peebles.
5. I wuz pud inna box.
6. I wint sumwherez inna box.
7. Peebles opined da box. Dey were noo peebles.
8. I wint inna cold metal cage an dere were dawgs barkin an catz talkin an I wuz skeert.
9. Maman piked me up (I didn know dis wuz Maman den).
10. Bewinda Bunny sed "Hellow widdle bunny-boy. You is Babby George." An so I hadda Name.
11. Bewinda chinned me. I hadda Scent.
12. Bewinda lied nextest to me. I wuz warm.
13. I tawked to Bewinda.
14. Bewinda wus cold so I wie down nextest to hur.
15. I reached out an Bewinda chinned me.
16. Bewinda wint away.
17. I amma'wone.
18. I am nod warm ennymore.
19. I dunno whut to do.
20. I am skeert.

Dere is onwy da habbytat nextest door to mine now wiffoud Bewinda innit. Id is emptee an wooks too big.

Mouse is berry mad an won't tawk to ennybun. He jus gwares an turns his bak on me. Beebe don call oud "YO!". Cwober is nerbous. I heer hur toenails. Poet don tawk. Missy is standin on her pootybox, wookin. She *thumps*, hard, at ebbery noise comin in fru da winder.

I amma fraid. Hunny says "Bemember, Babby bunny."

An Maman hassa wadder onn'er face. She sed I am missin my mawmie.

Bud how kin I miss whut I don know aboud? I nebber hadda mawmie bifore. So I axted Hunny, bud all he sed is, "Bemember."

So I am bememberin, bud I don bemember a mawmie ennywheres.

I jus bemember Bewinda.

Hab you seed hur?

Posted by Our Warren at 2:26 PM EDT
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Tuesday, 20 July 2004
Dance Belinda - Guest Blog from Hazel Best
Miss Hazel here - Wif ears hangin' at half mast and a very heavy heart we wish Bawenda, founder of RIFRAF, a tearful farewell. At least for now. Bawenda's work is done on this earth and now she is needed at the Bridge. She wanted to go - I heard it onna Hazel Channel - she tuned into me wast night and tode me she wanted to go - she needed to go and could not find out how to get dere. She needed help - but alas, she is now where she belongs - atta Bridge wif all the udder bunnies that hab gone before her.

What she tode me onna Hazel Channel wast night while she was wookin' for da paf to da bridge is dat she needed to go to da bwidge - not because dere was trubble atta bwidge, but she `splained she wanted too dance again.

Da bunnies know when dey hab to go to da bwidge when dey get real sad hewe on earf and cannot get happy again. You see, when da bunnies can't binky, we are sad. When we can't do uppys for snacks, we are sad. When we can't dance around when we see da hoomins we are sad. We are purty smart you know for dumb bunnies. We can beweve in the unseen. We don't have to see da sawads to know dat dey are comin'. We know when da nanners are comin', we don't hab to see dem to know. Dat's how we know dat da hoomins will always wuv us because we know - we hab faith. And we take dere wuv wif us.

You see atta bwidge, da bunnies are not sick anymore, dey are happy and hoppin' frew acres and acres of meadows and flowers. Dere are plenty of dandewions and herbs; the sawads are yummy and awways fwesh. Dere are no tummy aches, no absesses and everyone can hop about just fine. Eben dough they have pwenty of birfdays, dey never get owder, dey just get bedder.

You see, Bewinda wanted me to wet alla you know dat you need to beweve inna unseen too. You need to hab fafe dat eben dough da bunnies are gone to da bwidge dat dey will always be dere wif dere wuv and devotion. So eben dough da hoomins cannot see us enne longer, da hoomins know dat dey are dancin' for da sawads, doin' da binkies, wunnin da bunny 500 and ebbefing that we wike to do for you!. We still do it for da hoomins, only dey can't see us. Dey hab to know dat we are hewe; still wuvin' dem and still dancin' for dem.

But you see, dere are weasons that dey bunnies cannot wive foreber. You see dere are far more bunnies dat need homes. It's a funny fing dat when a heart full of wuv is divided, dere is still more to wuv. You see it's wike dis. If you take a page outta phone book - it has four corners. Wet's say dat the four corners are wuv pockets dat da hoomins hab for da bunnies. I'm gonna bite off a corner of paper and take one of doze corners of love for myself. Den you know what happens? You are right now dere are FIVE pockets of wuv. Wet's bite off anudder one and den dere are SIX; bite off anudder one and dere are SEVEN; the more wuv dat goes to a bunny de more dere is to go around.

Such is da case wif da bunnies. Dere are four bunnies; den dere is enough love for five, den six, den seven. You see ebery time da hoomin wuvs a bunny it makes room for two more luv bunnies.

So my dear fwend Bewinda wants ebbewon to know dat she went to da pwace where she can dance for ebbewon again and she wants Maman and Daddy Bri to know dat she dances today for the hoomins dat gabe her de best wife possible.

Now about dat udder bunny fing - she's gonna keep a wookout for just the wite bunny to send to Maman and Daddy Bri to take dat new corner of wuv. Dere issa bunny dat needs a home weally weally badwy and might not udderwize know how happy it is to be wuved. And she tode me dat when da noo bunny comes, she will be teachin and guidin it all da way.

Bawenda - we will always hold you close in our hearts -
When the night falls and renders moonbeams and twinkling stars you are wif us. When the sun rises and greets each day, you are wif us And we know dat when da bwack wabbit comes for one ob our precious fur babies, dat anudder corner of love is being made for anudder bunny.

Hazel Best

Posted by Our Warren at 7:46 AM EDT
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Monday, 19 July 2004
Belinda found da way. Maman an Dadda taked her to see Dokter Sharin an dey helped her finda way toda Bridge.

I wabed good-bye to her as she weft an told her to tell Maggie dat I will be awong...

Frum me, Hunny

Posted by Our Warren at 5:30 PM EDT
The Bridge In the Distance
I just eated my salad.

I hab free ob dem ebbery day, bud somehow, dey aren't as sustainin' as salads usta be.

I god up wast nite to hab wun an my wegs aren't werkin wike dey shuld. I am nod compwainin, bud I can't be habbin wif dis.

You know whut? Wast nite, I seed sumfing I habbin't seed bifore. Dere issa Bridge ober dere an I can see Hawthorn rite inna middle obbit. Hawthorn! I habbin's seed Hawthorn in forebber! He wooks gud, too, wif his widdle puzzle-face an bwight bloo eyes, widdle ears fwappin. An he's doin binkies! Rite dere inna middle obba Bridge!

Know whut else? I seed Willow, too. She still issn 'zactwy whut you'd call da bwightest crayon inna box, bud she's still my Willow, my bestest friend. An she don't hab Hed-Tilt ennymore! An she's onna Bridge, too, standin dere, shiftin frum paw to paw, eetin ob course, an she don gotta snotty nose, eidder, sort ob wike afta she god her nose stuck inna bak-yoom cweaner dat Phil-da-Lad was usin an god alla snot sucked outta her, an skeert Maman an Phil to deaf.

An dere was Hunny's Maggie dere and she don hate me ennymore, eidder, which has gotta be da mirakul obba centchury, cos I bited her a gud'un on her wip when she told Hunny to 'tack Willow dat time when we was all young. She ebben called oud to me wif her pointed Rexy ears, "I lub you, Belinda!" An dat's gotta be a furst...

An big old Smokey is onna Bridge, too, wif his air-planey, heelykopter ears an wide Flemmie face. He weft da Warren just afta DaddyBrian came to lib wif us. Smokey was sik, an I twied to call Maman an DaddyBrian an dey didn' heer me...

So dat's where dey all went! An I kin see it! Well issn dat sumfing! Id's rite ober dere... kin you see it? Onwy... I can't figger oud how to get dere... it's sort ob near, bud it's kinda far, too. I mean, I kin see ebberyfing berry kleer, bud id seems wike id's a wong ways away, too... I wonder how to ged dere?

I amma berry owd bunny now. Nod as owd as Hunny, ob course. NObunny is as owd as Hunny onna'kount ob Hunny bein owder den most rocks (Doktor Doolen sed dat he has nebber seed a bunny as owd as Hunny an dat V-E-T has seed a WOTTA bunnies cos Doktor D issa most 'portant bunny V-E-T inna whole werld!). Budda fack is, I am now 10 yeers owd an dis is BERRY OWD fora bunny.

An I ged tired a wot. Id is hard for me to stand up for sum reason.

Wast nite, I axt Maman an Dadda for help. I pulled on Dadda's trouser-weg, an didn want to eet my salad in my habbytat. I stwuggled outta da habbytat an wuldn't go back in when Dadda sed, "Home, Belinda!" I stood dere, wookin up at him, axtin him to pik me up.

So Maman godda towel an sum blankies anna pillo an Dadda wrapped me up an taked me innu dere Bedrum. An I lied down wif Maman. Den I lied down onna pillo inna middle obba bed between Maman an Dadda. Dey cobbered me up cos Maman feeled my ears ged cold. Den preddy soon, Dadda bringed me my salad, so I eated it inna bed.

An alla nite, I kept axtin Maman,

"How do I ged toda Bridge?"

An wadder was runnin down Maman's face. So I wicked her an gwoomed her cos I can't be habbin wif dat. So I axted Dadda,

"How do I ged toda Bridge?"

An Dadda poked his nose against mine an sed, "Hullo, Preddy Gurl." Which issn'zacktly helpful.

So I shouted ober to Hawthorn onna Bridge, "Whut do I hafta do?"

An he shouted back, "Hang on, dey'll get id ebenchually. We'll send help!"

An I sed, "Hokay! Cos it's a wong way to go an I'm tired! Dees salads aren't whut dey usta be!"

An Hawthorn sed, "You don't habba shout, Belinda. I'm as cwose as your nextest thought!"

An I'm wike, "Oh."

An Hawthorn sed, "Yeah."

Den Hunny calls ober to me, "Wookit, hab sum hay an habba nap. Fings will wook bedder when you wake up."

So I telled him to shuddup wike I ushally do.

An when it wass'boud dawn, Dadda piked me up an taked me bak innu my habbytat an gibbed me sum appul.

An Babby George was all upsed, runnin bak an forf, wif his widdle face up-turned, an his eyes all bwinky, an he's axtin, "Whattsamatta? Whattsamatta wiffa Maman? Whattsamatta wiffa Dadda? Where you bin, BelindaBunny? Whossat BlackBunny inna corner? Why you godda appul? Do I gedda appul? Whattsamatta? Whattsamatta?"

So I telled him to siddown. Dat boy is jus too much bunny-boy atta momint. He needs to calm down!

An Mouse is hunched down byda door ob his habbytat, his eyes all angry an distrustful. "You hab seeda Bridge." he sed to me. "I can feel da Bwack Rabbit heer an I don wike him. Don't leeb wif him, Belinda. I'll fight him for you."

An I sed to Mouse, "Id's hokay. Hawthorn is onna Bridge. He won't wet ennyfing happin bad to me. You don habba fite ennybunny, Mouse. Jus tell me if you see da pafway toda Bridge so I kin ged to Hawthorn."

An Mouse sed, "I don see ennyfing cept da Bwack Rabbit I don wike. Don't leeb, Belinda."

An I sed, "Bud it's Hawthorn an Willow. Id's hokay, Mouse. Honest." An I wooked again, an I added, "An ebben Luckie is dere, too."

An Mouse rewaxed a bit an sed to me, "Is she allrite?"

An I seed her wabe her eers ad me. An I told Mouse, "She's standin wif Willow. An I'm tellin you, dey is wike two peas inna pod - berry sweet, nod too bwight. If you wisten, mebbe you kin heer her."

An Mouse cocked his hed an his pointed ears was up berry sharp fora minit. Den he nodded, bud he sed to me, "I still don wike it."

An Hunny calls oud frum his Habbytat, "Is Heatherington dere, too? He ushally is. Rite inna middul."

So I wooked, an sure enuf, dere wassa widdle bwack an white Dutch face, wookin berry calm, nextest to Hawthorn anna widdle behind. An SnoBall Ex-foster was dere, too, an ebberybunny I hab ebber knowed bifore dat has weft Our Warren! Id wassa'mazin. Dat Bridge was loaded wif happy bunnies!

An I sed to Hunny, "You seed dat Bridge bifore?"

An Hunny sed, "Yes. Alla time. I tawk to ebberybun."

An I sed, "So how do I ged dere?"

An Hunny sed, "I don know."

An I sed to Hunny, "Fat lotta help you are."

An Hunny sed to me, "Wookit, you ged all hextcited boud ebberyfing an dere is no need. When id is time, when da Cirkul comes aroun, you'll know how to go. Sumbun will be sent to Show You Da Way, an you will go an you'll find da Pafway. Do you hafta know Ebberyfing ahead ob time?"

An I sed, "I'mma Top Bun. Id's my job to know ebberyfing."

An Hunny sed, "Dere comes a time when you don gotta be Top Bun alla time. Dere comes a time when it's just Alla Us Togedder - when we aren't da Top Bun, when we can lay dat title onna gwass an wet anudder, gweater Bunny take id up. Den we kin jus be Us, Alla Us Togedder, as we are. No need to know 'Ebberyfing', no need to werry boud bein 'In Charge' or 'Finkin' alla time. Jus time to be a bunny, doin bunny fings, fillin uppa days habbin salad, pwayin, doin binkies..."

An I sed, "I'm too tired to do binkies, Hunny. My wegs don werk, my eyes don werk, my ears don hear gud an I'm so tired I can't stand up. My pooties aren't rite an I habbin't seed a cecal in forebber. Dere is sumfing wrong inside ob me an I habba take meddysin an my paws hurted..."

An Hunny sed, "Shaddup, Belinda! Whut I'm twyin to tell you issat id issn gonna always be dat way. Fings is gonna ged bedder. You is gonna ged bedder. An you'll go toda Bridge dere wif Hawthorn, an alla odders, an ober dat Bridge issa Meadow - I know cos I hab seed it in Ancient Bunny Dweams - an dat's where you an ebberybunny else is gonna waid for Maman an Dadda to come to begin Da Journey - Alla Us Togedder. An id's a wunnerful Journey toda One Big Warren, where ebberybunny is well, an happy an nobun ebber OnAlone ebber agin. Alla Us Togedder, in God's One Great Warren. Dat's whut dis is alla'boud."

So by dis time, I wanted to just bop Hunny a gud wun, cos I hab seed da same Bridge an alla bunnies, an I'm tired ob bein sik! I lub Maman an Dadda, an I know dat dey lub me, bud howcome dey can't help me find da way toda Bridge? Why does Maman jus hab wadder on her face an howcome Dadda, who is da smawt wun inna fambly, jus say stoopid stuff wike, "Hullo, Gorgeous"? I mean, dat's nice, bud why can't sumbun help me?

Id's just ober dere. I kin see id. An dere is Hawthorn an I've missed him an Willow SO much!

Bud I'm too tired to go just now. I'm tired ob wookin an I'm tired ob tawkin. I know dere issa stwanger heer an I am nod afwaid, bud won't sumbun pwease help me find da way?

I lub you, Maman. I lub you, Dadda. I lub you, Phil. I lub you, Beffy. I lub you all who hab lubbed me so berry much. I amma berry blessed bunny. I habba habbytat, an fings udder bunnies onwy dream ob. Bud id is time an I'm tired an I don't know da way...

I'm comin, Hawthorn! Just as soon as I figger dis oud...

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Sunday, 4 July 2004
Day One / Seventh Strand
Mood:  party time!
Hoppy Birfday to Us!

Beebe-Bunny heer. Is dis ting on? Yeah, well Whooo-Hooooo! It's Birfday Day at Our Warren!

Now heer's Mouse to tell ya aboudda Birfday Day:

Mouse: *ahem* Thank you, Beeb for that...errrr... amazing introduction.

It is, indeed, Birfday Day at Our Warren. Perhaps you are wondering how this can be, that eight bunnies, two cats and one dawg can share the same Birthday. Is it co-incidence? Actually, it is not.

Everybun in Our Warren is a rescue. We all come from different backgrounds and situations. Each of us came to Our Warren at a different time in our lives. Babby George here has arrived as a youngbun; I came as a six-year-old adult. None of us really knows our actual date of birth.

So I've asked Hunny, the oldest bunny in the Warren, to explain how Our Warren's dating system works.

Hunny: Fank yoo, Mouse.
When I furst arribed atta Warren, dere was onwy Heatherington heer, anna berry wong dawg, named Tristan. Tristan wassa Basset Hound obba Gen'rous Nat'chur, whom Maman hadda 'dopted frumma shelter when he was One Year Old. Da papers frumma shelter sed dat he had been borned on 4 Jooly.

So when it wassa 4 Jooly da furst year Heatherington an I were inna Warren, Maman made Tristan a doggie cake outta 'Milk Bone' brand dawg biscuits. An Tristan sed to us, "Wanna hab sum?" An we sed, "Id's nod our birfday." an we was sad, cos we didn't know whutta birfday wus, bud it wooked wike fun.

An Tris sed, "So when is id your Birfday?" an Heatherington, who wassa Black-an-white Dutch wooked downatta floor an sed, "We dunno. We don't habba birfday."

An Tristan flopped down onna floor wif us, wif his big ol' nose on his big paws an wooked at'tus wif his Basset eyes an sed, "Dat's nod rite, not to habba birfday. Maman allus tweats me 'peshul onna birfday." Den he put his hed up an kinda snuffled an sed, "Wook, I know, I'mma big dawg, so id preddy much stands to rezon dat I habba big birfday. Must be pwenty ob room innit for widdle bunnies. So I kin share. You kin habba birfday onna same day wif me. Howzzat?"

An so Heatherington and I sed dat was gweat and fanked him for bein' such a gen'rous dawg anna good friend. An Tristan sneezed an sed it's whut "Fambly" does.

So Tristan told Maman aboud sharin da birfday, an Maman made 'peshul salads for us an handed oud extry tweats to ebberybun in honour obba day. An Tristan god extry pats for bein sucha 'peshully good and gen'rous dawg.

So ebenchually, Tristan had more an more birfdays, an god older an older. Finally, when he was eighteen yeers old, he weft us forda Rainbow Bridge.

So now alla us togedder hab our birfdays onna 4th ob Jooly cos Tristan shared his 'peshul day wif us.

So now, I'm gonna wet Babby George announce alla birfdays.

Babby George:
Tidday, we are sellybratin da birfdays ob:
Hunny who is 13 yeers old tidday
Poet who is 12 yeers old tidday
Belinda who is 10 yeers old tidday
Mouse who is 7 yeers old tidday
Beebe-Bunny who is 7 yeers old tidday
Clover who is 4 yeers old tidday
Missy-Bun who is 3 yeers old tidday
Babby George who is 1 year old tidday (dis is me!)
Anna Catz:
KayCee-Kitty who is 7 yeers old tidday
Cokie-da-Fat-Cat who is 6 yeers old tidday
An Zachary-Marcus, Border Collie dawg, who is 9 yeers old tidday.
An dat is Our Warren.

Belinda: Dat was berry gud, Babby. You hab done berry well fora widdle bunny-boy. Maman will be bwingin up my salad soon, so I'll share a weaf wif you for bein such a gud bunny-childer.

Da fing is, dat wife issa Cirkul. You kin see da Cirkul ebberywhere, inna cirkul obba yeer, where da monfs follow each udder wike beads onna stwing, anna Seasons follow each udder wun afta anudder. Da yeers spin past, sum bedder, sum worse, bud all-in-all, each wun preddy much wike da wuns bifore an wike da wuns afta. Bunnies are borned an udder bunnies go toda Rainbow Bridge. Dis is how id is, how id is 'posed to be.

We wearn frum each odder, teach each udder an share wif each udder, allus growin, allus geddin bedder an doin id togedder. Dis issa Warren, alla us Togedder, Nobunny OnAlone.


An Fanks, Tristan...

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Monday, 28 June 2004
Day Twelbe / Sixth Strand
You know whut? Hoomins are weird.

I am nod typin dis to be specieist, I'm jus typin id cos id is troo.

Frumma Bunny Perspektib, Hoomins don mak a whole lotta sense.

Wet me run dis hextample past you an see whut you fink.

Wet's say dat you are Nod Intellygent, wike Babby George heer, an you need to wearn sumfing.

Now dere is nuffink wronk wif bein Nod Intellygent. Ebberybun stawts oud dis way. Nobun is borned knowin ebberyfing dat I know, or dat Hunny knows. We hab libbed a wong time an wearned a wotta fings. Our job is to pass downna stuff dat we hab wearned.

You wif me so far?


Now, dere is nuffin wronk wif bein Nod Intellygint, as I typed. Id happins. Id is pawtta Wife.

If you are a bunny, you godda wisten to bunnies wike Hunny an me.

If you are Hoomin, you kin go toa Skool where you kin wearn to become Intellygint. Dey tell you fings dere, an you ged Home-Werk where you kin praktis da stuff dey told you aboud.

So dis seems to me wike a gud deal. For bunnies, we don ged Home-Werk. We hab to 'sperience stuff da Hard Way a wotta times, speshully if a bun don wisten to me.

An if you are nod careful, 'speriencin stuff da Hard Way kin ged you killed.

I habbin't herd ob ennybun geddin killed by Home-Werk.


Dere issa guy where my Dadda werks, an he doesn't know alla stuff my Dadda knows. He is Nod Intellygint, bud dat's hokay. Intellygince can be wearned. You are 'spected to wearn.

Bud dis guy god upsed an angree abouddit.

Well, dat's stoopid, becos nobun kin know ebberyfing.

An so dis guy was berry nasty to Dadda cos Dadda knew fings dat dis guy didn't. Dadda called it "envy".

Bunnies don god dat "Envy" fing, whutebber id is. If we dunno sumfing, we axt.

So ennyways, dis guy geds himself sent toda Skool to wearn sumfing dat Dadda alreddy knows aboud. Fair enuf. Id will help dis guy to become Intellygint.

Budda guy geds Home-Werk.

An he wantsta mak Dadda DO IT FOR HIM.

Whut? Whut's da point ob dis guy goin toda Skool to wearn sumfing if da onwy way he kin wearn id ista doda HomeWerk, bud he's gonna ged sumbun else to doda Home-Werk FOR him? Dadda don nedda doda Home-Werk, cos he's alreddy done it. Dis guy NEEDS to do id, bud he wants sumbun else to doit FOR him.

He is nebber gonna ged Intellygint. Pwobably cos he don wanna. Which is Stoopid.

So now Dadda is angree. He an Maman hadda wong tawk boud "ethiks" an "honour" an "troof" an "honestee". An Dadda sed he hadda wook at his own face inna mirror when he shabbed. I guess so, cos he issn't shabbin ennybunny else's face. An he sed dat he can't pud up wif alla personal insults, lies, harrassmint, threats an disrespeck no more. Cobberin up an back-stabbin is nod his way.

An Dadda sed: You eidder say you can do sumfing or you say why you can't. You don cheat da man what hired you, or pway him fora fool. An you don tell stowies an be rood, an you can't be habbin wif dem as does.

An Dadda also sed he's tired ob dwessin up wike a rag-bag ebbery mawnin jus cos da rest obb'em inna office do. He was raised to wear a collar an tie wike da profwesshunal he is, dammnitall. Golf-shirts be-dammed! Dey bewong onna golf-course, nod inna office!

We was almost singin "Rool Britannya", wemmie tell you.

So heer we go agin aroun heer. I can't ebben be sik in peace. At weast I'm geddin my salad.

Bud hoomins are berry weird.

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Thursday, 24 June 2004
Day Elebben / Sixth Strand
Nobunny OnAlone.

Bemember dis. I can't say it enuf so I'm gonna deboat a whole blog to it today. Nobunny OnAlone.

If dere is wum message dat I hab twied to hammer home heer wif dis blog, id is datta bunny's biggest fear is to be OnAlone.

Bein OnAlone means dat you hab no Warren. You are outside da protekshun obba Warren, on your own, wif nobunny to care for you an no bunny for you to care aboud. Id is unnatchural an id is frightenin. Bein OnAlone issa most terrible fing dat dere is. Nobunny shuld EBBER hab to be OnAlone!

Ebbery bunny, wike ebbery person, hassa speshul personality, speshul fings, gifts, dat make dat bunny who he/she is. Sum bunnies are Top Bunnies. Sum Bunnies are nach'ral nurse bunnies who welcome udder bunnies innu da Warren, an watch oud alla time to make shure dat ebberybun is all-rite. Sum bunnies are defender bunnies who proteck da Warren frum ennymees. Sum bunnies are comforter bunnies who snuggle up to a skeert or hurt bunny an bwing it a sense of companionship. Sum bunnies are alarm bunnies who wisten an watch an den *thump* like mad to warn da udders when dere is dangers. Sum bunnies are fooders who allus are onna wook-oud for good fings forda warren to eat. Sum bunnies are nat'chural diggers who know how to make a shelter outta nuffin at all.

Da point is dat nun ob us are awike. Dere are allus bunnies wif dif'frint talwents gaddered innu a Warren. Alla talwents, den, ensure dat alla bunnies inna Warren habba comfortyable wife togedder an datta kits dat come innu da Warren are well-cared-for an safe.

We all NEED each udder.

A bunny OnAlone mite habba speshul talwent, bud dat talwent will onwy go so far by itself. It can't gib dat bunny ebberyfing dat bunny needs.

Caring FOR sumbunny is as impawtant as habbin sumbunny care aboud you.

Usin your talwent to help udders is as impawtant as bein helped.

Feelin useful is sumfing ebberybunny needs to do. Ebben if da onwy useful fing you kin do is sid around watchin kits or dispensin adbice, it's all still useful. Dat's why, inna Warren, ebben da berry owd bunnies is still impawtant an cherished.

Maman sed dat Our Warren heer is a mettyfor for society. I dunno aboud dat. I jus know dat we hab eight bunnies libbin heer an dat Maman won't wet nobunny be OnAlone. She unnerstans dat Warrens exist inna wild cos dey NEED to exist. She hassa Warren heer cos we NEED wun as well as want one.

My time heer is wimited. I know dis. An I'm nod afraid to leeb. Dere is da Rainbow Bridge, an Hawthorn is waitin. I wish Maman wuldn't cry when I go, bud I know she is gonna. It's inna natchur ob Maman an Dadda to cry, just as it's inna natchur ob me not to. Where I'm goin, dey can't follow just now, just wike I couldn't follow Hawthorn when he weft. Bud he an I tawked it ober an he knew dat I wuld come awong when da time was rite. He knew he wuldn't be OnAlone where he was goin, an he knew I wuldn't be weft OnAlone heer. So it's hokay.

Nobunny OnAlone. Just bemember dat, if you nebber bemember ennyfing else dat I've told you.

An go tell udder peebles: Nobunny OnAlone.

When you smile at udder peebles, tell dem dat you're doin it cos Nobunny shuld ebber be OnAlone.

When you reskew a bunny in distwess, or a kitty or a doggie, tell dem dat id is bekaws Nobunny shuld ebber be OnAlone.

When you gibe sumfing to sumwun who needs it, do it bekaws you are makin sure dat dey are not OnAlone.

Do nice fings for udders becaws Nobunny shuld be OnAlone.

Be whatebber you are, an be da best dat you kin be so dat you're allus reddy to help sumwun not be OnAlone. Da bedder you are, da more you can help sumone nod be OnAlone.

I hab told ebberybun datta blog hasta keep runnin, ebben if I am sik, so dey know dis. Hunny has bin helpin oud wif da udders, too.

Cos we're not gonna leeb ennybunny OnAlone.

I can't be habbin wif dat.

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Tuesday, 22 June 2004
Day Ten / Sixth Strand
Yeah, well, I'm heer. As dat guy Mark Twain sed, "Da repowts ob my def..." sumfing, sumfing. Nebber mind. I'll wook it up waiter in wun ob Maman's buks. Not wike dere aren't enuf obb'em aroun heer.

I'm fankful to Hunny for takin ober da Blog while I was bein sik. He ebben figgered oud howta do da pikchur fing, which I haddn' figgered oud howta do. He always tawks aboud how he can't unnerstan da "noo teknology" bud gib him a few minits an don distract him, an he geds dere ebenchually.

Ebbery warren needs to keep its older citizens as pawt ob its kultchur. Hunny may nod be da Top Bun heer, bud his contra-boo-shuns are still baluable. I still fink datta hoomins need to hextamin lagomorphic society interactions. We hab a co-operativb society from whose model your competitib, tribal-based society could benefit. Dere has bin berry widdle study dun in dis area, too, so I'm preddy sure dat you graduate students oud dere culd ged study-gwants, too. It's all in how you werd dat gwant applykashun...

So ennyways, I'm geddin two kinds ob meddysin an alla salad I kin eat. An I'm still woosin weight.

I can't be habbin wif dis.

Geddin old issa outwight indiggity. Nobun axted me if I wanted to ged old. I didn't axt for fings to go wrong wif me.

Poet sed I shuld gwow old "gwacefully".

An I sed, "Pooties to dat!"

I habbin't nebber bin gwaceful an I don intend to stwawt now. Why shuld I bodder?

I'm leebin da "eccentriks" to Maman, cos she does dem rilly good, an leebin bein "gwaceful" to Poet, cos she don know wut else to do, bud I god werk to do.

Furst ob all, dere is dis darned Babby. He's tawkin to me alla time. He don wanna be weft awone. He's skert. He's widdle. He's not 'Tellygint yet. An he don know appils frum his butt. Bud he finks he's cute assa button an has alla conbersayshunal skills obba half-baked housebrick.

Sekund ob all, dere is Mouse, who is habbin a Crisis ob Faith-In-Hisself. How he can pootie uppa wall almost his own height in wun aftanoon an nod belieb in hisself enuf to be Top Bun, beats me, bud heer we are. So he onwy comes up to my shoulder - dynamite comes in small packages, too. Bud I'm habbin trubble conbincin him ob dis cos he's nebber seed dynamite dat he can bemember. Needer hab I, but Maman says dis a wot, so it must be troo. Mebbe it is also inna buk sumwheres (which is where she geds 99% ob her ideas inna furst pwace).

Obviouswy, I need to go digest a buk. Mebbe it will help my tummy wif dis dia-ree-ha fing.

Hebbin knows I need sumfing to bung uppa werks, cos I can't be habbin wif dis, eidder.

Posted by Our Warren at 9:49 AM EDT
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Thursday, 17 June 2004
Day Nine / Sixth Strand

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..."

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Wednesday, 16 June 2004
Day Eight / Sixth Strand

Hullo... me, Hunny heer...

Dis issa picture of Belinda. I want ebberybun to see her.

Sumbunnies doubted dat she issa real bunny. Well, she is.

Look atta Picture and you can see dat she issa real, lib bunny anna pretty one, too.

She is nine years old. This is old fora bunny. (I am older, though, because I am twlebe.)

She is up dis morning an she is sitting with her ears up. She is talkin to Maman. Maman only unnerstand one werd ob Lagomorph, "Whut?" She repeats it over an over. For an eddykated womin, dis is pretty pafetik, howebber, Dadda also has learned only dis same werd.

Belinda says dat we are lucky cos a wotta hoomins nebber learn enny werds in Lagomorphin. Thinking back onnit, I guess she is rite.

I don like the way Belinda sits so still. I didn like it when she was inta my business alla time, eidder, but that was bedder than dis. I guess if I hadda pick, I would radder hab her be bossy an innu alla my stuff than not to be yellin at me.

Sumtimes you need to hab udder rabbits yellin at you.

It let's you know that ebberyting is the way it issa'posed to be.

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Tuesday, 15 June 2004
Day Sebben / Sixth Strand
Hullo, me, Hunny heer.

I hab to type this:


I dunno whut else to say. We are watching her. Maman an Dadda are watching. Dr Sharin an Dr Doolen hab seed her.

Whut else can we do?

We are prayin, an rubbin our lucky rabbits' feet an waitin.

It will be a long nite for alla us togedder at Our Warren. NoBunny OnAlone.

Bud dis issa Cirkil. I hab seed it bifore. I don like it, but I hab seed it.

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Friday, 11 June 2004
Day Six /Sixth Strand
You know, habbin Babby aroun is geddin to be wun ob "Dose" fings. I'd fortygotted whut it was wike, waitin fora babby to ged Intellygint. Bud dis is wike a chronic twain wreck dat just keeps on happinin - da engins hab alweddy met an da cars just keep on collwidin inna nebber-endin wine, wun rite afta anudder.

Babby isn't stoopid, it's just dat he issn Intellygint yet. It's cos he'ssa babby. We just habba wait it oud.

Furst fing Maman an Dadda noticed aboud dis kid was dat he didn't know whutta "tweat" was. Dey offered him carrots, appuls, papaya tablets, Craisins, nanners, an ebberyfing else dat Maman calls "junk food" which da rest ob us lub, an he jus wooked all perplexed an suspishus addid. An weft it wyin onna floor - which issa waste obba perfectwy good tweat dat ennywun obba rest ob us wuld lub to hab, bud wasn't offered, you know? (An don gedda idea datta bunny is ebber "too full" to scarf down dat wun extry mouf-ful, cos we aren't.)

So rite away, cos da Babby doesn't know whutta tweat is, he's god Maman feelin sowwy for him.

Poor depribed widdle bunny, hasn't nebber seed a tweat! Poor widdle bunny-boy! Wet's offer him wots!

An she does.

Well, hokay, I'm all for sharin an it's nod wike we don't hab it to share. Bud dis gibbin is nod goin to make Babby Intellygint. Dis is jus gonna make him spoilt.

Den Maman finks datta Babby wooks bored.

Well, I gots dis wun werked oud. Dis Babby issa babby an babbys don know much, so ob course dey are bored. Until dey become Intellygint an kin habba blog an all, dey is bound to be bored.

Bud Maman is big innu keepin ebberybun amused. So she goes toda store an now da Babby hassa habbytat fulla toys.

New toys.

We still god our reg'lar toys, an onwy Missy geds her rotated onna weekwy basis, cos Maman is 'fraid ob Missy geddin bored.

Newsflash to Maman: Missy is now Intellygint. She's god alla toys memorized, so dey are nodda surprize ebbery week when you switch dem off.


So wast nite, we god our salads an our witter-boxes changed an Maman was inna bafroom pwace habbin fun wif wadder an Beebe stawts to thump. Den Missy thumps.

Bud Maman can't hear ennyfing cos she's innu da wadder.

Den dere issa crash anna WOTTA thumpin goin on. Inkloodin me. An when I thump, Maman AN Dadda wistins.

So Dadda comes chargin frumma bedroom in his unnerwear, an heer comes Maman smellin wike a hextploshun inna herb faktory - all honey, almonds, mints an aloe. (Stuff on her face, her hands, teef an Hebbin knows where else...)

An da wight snaps on...

An when our eyes adjust toda hunnert-watt artyfishul daywight obba wight, an we aren't all bwind ennymore, dere's Babby, twyin his best to fit six pounds ob bunny fru a free-inch hole innu Missy's habbytat.

An dere's Missy, wif her butt inna corner, wookin fora way oud da udder end.

An Maman squeeks, "George!" (Cos she finks dat's Babby's name.)

An Babby is wike, "Oh good Lord, where am I?"

An Missy is wike, "Oh good Lord, let me out!"

An I'm wike, "Sumbunny gedda idiots sorted oud cos I wanna go to sleep!"

An Hunny is ober on his hay-pile wike, "Huh?"

An Beebe an Mouse are struttin, cos dere wike dat an Clover has da same 'pinion dat I do.

Whut had happined was datta Babby jumped outta his habbytat an falled onna floor. Which issn all dat easy, cossa sides obba habbytat are preddy high - 24 inches, Dadda says. Preddy good for a standin leap, bud Missy's dun it bifore.

So onct Babby had gotted oud, an Maman an Dadda comed poundin forda door, an turned onna wight an blinded ebberywun, Babby panicked, god himself turned aroun an twied to ged inna habbytat wif Missy outta sheer desparatshun.

So Maman piked him up an set him down in his own habbytat an Dadda godda piece ob wattice an pud id onna toppa Babby's habbytat so he wuld "Stay Pud" durin da nite.

An he did.

Cos you onwy do fings wike dat wunce an den you wearn, and dat's how you become Intellygint.

Bud dis waidin for Babby to gwow Intellygint is geddin on my nerbs.

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Tuesday, 8 June 2004
Day Fibe / Sixth Strand
Hullo Bailey. It's Belinda.

Yeah, I'm still heer, takin meddysin an eatin salads. In fak, I spend a wotta my time wookin for more salad an tellin off dat pesty Babby, George, who is libbin nextest door now. I want Missy to moob back ober heer! Dis kid has gotta go! He's still god dose darn berries an all he does alla day wong is tawk, tawk, tawk an twy to 'press me wif how cute he is. Maman bedder make dat V-E-T 'pointmint to ged him fixt, cos dis Babby keeps on goin wike wun bwokin rekord! "Wook at me, I'm kyoot! Wook at me, I'm kyoot!" Whew!

I know I'm fallin down onna job ob keepin uppa web site an I'm sorry. I wosted free pounds frum bein sik an I'm twyin to pudd'em back on. I'm eatin wots ob salad - two cups ebbery day wif hay anna oat groats. Dr Doolen sed dat shuld be enuf for me to gain back alla weight I wosted, bud I'd wike more. I hab pellets, too, bud I've decided I don wike dem.

An I ged WUN stinkin Craisin a day when I take my meddysin at noon. Wun! I usta ged wike sebben or ate. At weast a mouf-full. An I run an jump an buzz an ebberyfing an wun wousey Craisin. I ged a slice ob appul at nite, doh bud I habbin't seed a nanner in ages. Dis "No Sugar" V-E-T Dr Fanders has gotta go! I do hab blooberries, doh an dose rasberries fings. Hey Guinness, is you starbed for tweats, too? Cricket? Boomer? Ms Bunns? Freckles? We all mite be biktims ob dis anti-nanner woomin, you know.

My pharmacist guy gotted a noo flabour for my meddysin called "Berry-berries" an I wike it. Gots rose oil innit. An my Auntie Irene stopped by wiffa bag ob gwape-weaves she gwowed organikwy herself. She didn't ged no gwapes, so she's gibbin me da weabes. Raised a bumper cwop ob leabes, doh, ebben if she didn ged no gwapes, so it wassn wike she wasted her time.

An Hunny, I dunno, he runned wif froot wast nite afta skerrin Maman haf to def by almost dyin by geddin himself stuck half-way outta his diggy-box. So wike, afta he'd cooled down an stawted to breathe normal agin, Dadda gabe him his appul, an Hunny ran wiffit to his hay-pile an eeted his appul dere. He hasn't runned wif froot in wike forebber. More wike scrambled wif froot, bud you gedda idea. Den he god mad at Poet cos she parked her big round Dutchy butt inna middle obba hay-pile.

Maman hadda rebuild da hay-pile dis mawnin so id is big agin. Missy is frowin her toss-toys at Beebe cos he is sucha jerk. He keeps runnin uppindownna side obba habbytat axtin her to come lib wif him an Clover so he kin habba "hare-im". Clover told Missy to come on ober ennytime an dey kin play football wif Beebe. An I god Babby heer tellin me alla time how cute he is an Mouse is ober dere yellin dat he kin kick da Babby's butt, an I can't be habbin wif dis...

So I godda wook for more food an tell off dis kid. Da fings you godda do aroun heer when you're Top Bun! (Hmmm, I fink I jut typed my blog!)

Frum your friend at Our Warren
Belinda Bunny

Posted by Our Warren at 6:41 AM EDT
Monday, 7 June 2004
Day Three / Sixth Strand - Oudda Seekwence Entree!!
BELINDA: ***whisper, nudge*** Gowan, id won hurd you. Just pwess da keys an say whut you fink... ***skurry, nudge, ear-waggle****


Hullo? Dis is Babby. Belinda sed I culd type heer. She sed I culd innerdoose myself cos I am pawt obba warren.

I amma widdle bid skirt. Dis issa big hummy machine. Anna housz is berry quiet. Dadda wernt to werk. Maman is lyin down cos she issn feelin gud - too much going on, Belinda sed. Belinda sed Maman dossen handle too much goin on good.

Da Lad lef onna hairplane yestiddy. Da V-E-Ts is gonna do sumfin serious to his weg. Maman came home an cried, and cried. I hope he comes home agin toda Warren. I wike him.

I dunno whut to say aboud comin heer. I god weft inna box atta V-E-Ts. Now I am heer. I godda pen nextest door to Belinda. Maman sed I amma messy bunny. She hasta sweep up afta ma alla time. I can flop out full length heer an stand up on my back feets wif my nose hanging ober da top. I kin see Hunny an Poet. An I kin see Clover an Beebe. If I stretch I kin see Missy an Mouse. An Belinda is rite nextest store.

Maman comes inna mawnin an gibs us hay to ead. Den Hunny says we habba take a nap. Sum days Maman opins our windown so smells frum oudside ged in. I habba toy ball to push wif a bell innit an dis big box wif hay an dees noospaper pellets innit. I habba salad bowl anna pellet bowl anna wadderboddle.

Id is berry quiet heer. Justa birdies an us. Maman is berry quiet.

Belinda sed datta Black Rabbit was heer not wong ago an dats why Maman is quiet. Mouse sed da Black Rabbit taked Luckie wif him. Mouse is sad aboud dis. Mouse wants to cuddle wif sumbun, bud he don know who. Maman is hopin to help him figger it oud. Mebbe Belinda when Belinda is all bedder. Belinda issa Top Bun heer.

I fink I wuld wike sumbun to cuddle wif, too. Mebbe Missy. She is aboud my size. She is berry shy doh.

I dunno. How wong does it take to fid in heer? Ebberybunny seems to fid, but I don fid yet. Will it take wong for me to be pawt ob dis Warren? I still feel noo. Will da noo feelin wear off? I don wanna be noo forebber. I wanna fid in. I wanna bea pard obba warren, too. I just wish I knew how to do dat.

Id is wonewy being noo, ebben when wbberybunny is bein nice to you.

I guess dat's all I hab to say just now, Belinda. Issit hokay?


BELINDA: ***wookin*** Uhoh... alla dates is messed up. Nebber mind. I dodat alla time, too. Yestidday is tidday an tomorry takes care ob idself, sumhow.

So da peebles gots two fings to reed tidday cos obba day bifore yestidday's blog bein posted tidday on top ob tidday's blog. Id's hokay, kiddo; you dun good. Da reeders kin find dere own ways 'round.

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Day Four / Sixth Strand
Well, I wuz readin da noospapers wif Maman agin dis mawnin an readed dat Pwince Michael ob Kent (he libs in Inkwand where Dadda comes frum) went to a dinner gibben by da Grand Wadder Rats. Id says inna Daily Mirror dat da Pwince issa Companion Rat.

I know sum Companion Bunnies in Australia - dey bewong toda Australian Companion Rabbit Society an habba web-site you kind bisit wiffa chat feetchur an ebberyfing! So I guess dat dere can be Companion Ratties in Inkwand. Anna hoomin Pwince wantin to be a Companion Rat issa good fing. It will gib Ratties ebberywhere sum good pub'wicity which ratties allus need. Too menny hoomins fink bad fings aboud ratties as companion annymals.

Now dat Maman's Mom-mom is berry sik an nod wikewy to ebber come back to her houz agin, Maman is finkin how she kin werk it so dat Zachary Marcus, da Collie Dawg, can become a Therapy Companion Pet. Zachary Marcus has alreddy had Two Yeers ob Obedience Skool, so Maman is gonna take him an enroll him inna Delta Society Therapy Companion Pet Pwogwam so he can be certyfied to be a Therapy Pet an go visitin his Mom-mom. Maman feels he will extsell at dis as he issa friendwy dawg wif a wotta energy anna wotta personal'ty. An Maman werks good wif dawgs.

Dadda says Maman is preddy stwessed oud. I jus sit wif her an be her Companion Bunny.

Phil da Lad has bin callin frum sumpwace called "Norfok". Da Naby is werkin on his weg agin. He sed id issn too bad bud he fortygod to pack enuf boxsters agin an he's godda finda NEX inna hurry. He is eatin wots ob food so far, an dere issa gym an id issa big pwace an geddin aroun is a widdle hard when your weg don werk. So far da V-E-Ts habbin't done nuffin bud wook an tell him to repord bak ad oh-six-hunnert.

So he's been bein a Companion Peeble to udder hoomins dere who are sad or OnAlone cos he is bored. Maman says prayers wif us at nite an she allus axts her Dadda to be wif da Lad, cos her Dadda, Our Bim who singed da Spring Song, he wuz wike dat, allus goin up to peebles who wuz OnAlone an sayin, "Hi! I'm Bill Cost." He didn say he wuza Perfesser ora Doktor or ennyfing, jus "Hi! I'm Bill Cost." an den stawted tawkin to dem an findin oud whut wuz on dere minds.

He made a wotta friends dis way. An Our Bim wearned to do dis frum His Dadda, who Maman calls "Granddaddy" who wassa Presbeterian Minnyster. He used to go up to peebles who wuz OnAlone, hold oud his hand an say, "Hi! I'm Harry Cost." Nod Da Reverend or ennyfing else, jus "Harry Cost". An he made a wotta friends dis way, too.

So wast nite whenna Lad called, he sed dat when he wuz in his "rak" (whutebber dat is) he hadda funny feelin dat Bim was standin dere nextest to him, bud when he turned ober to wook, dere wuz no wun dere. Well, Bim went ober da Rainbow Bridge awhile ago. Bud Maman DID axt him to go an sid wif Phil, so mebbe he wuz standin dere wike she axted him to do.

An now da Lad is goin up to guys dat are OnAlone an sayin, "Hi! I'm Phil da Gimp." an holdin oud his hand, jus wike his Bim did.

No bunny OnAlone. You see, I bin sayin dat alla'long. Don leeb nobunny OnAlone. Da twainin to be a Companion Annymal can't be dat hard if Zachary Marcus da Collie Dawg is gonna do it. Pwobably you don ebben hab to go to Therapy Pet Twainin to do it. Jus go up to sumbun who is OnAlone, hold outta hand an say, "Hi! I'm ____(add your name here)___." an dat shuld be enuf to ged you stawted.

Whut'cha fink?

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Updated: Monday, 7 June 2004 10:12 AM EDT
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Thursday, 3 June 2004
Day Too / Sixth Strand
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.

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Tuesday, 1 June 2004
Day One / Sixth Strand
Maman says dat sumtimes when fings jus "Ged to be too much" id it good for her to tell us a stowy. An wif Luckie goin wiffa Black Rabbit so sudden, an me bein sik, anna Mom-mom being berry sik, anna Lad habbin to hab his knee fixted, an hoomins bein just pwain stoopid at Dadda's werk, anna Bun Room geddin swichted aroun, Maman figgers dat we all needa stowy. (She's feelin preddy helpwess just now.)

So she came in dis mawnin, an opined Babby's gate, an Hunny's gate, an Missy an Beebe an Clover's gates an sat wif her back to my gate so I culd snuffle her an so she was sorta facin Mouse an she tawked to alla us togedder. About Inkwand where she used to lib ab where Dadda libbed.

"There issa pwace," She sed, "Where there are mornings like this, where it rains just at night. And then the sun wakes up, lifts its eyelids and then the mists begin to roll away from the hills. And you wake up in your warm bed, and stretch, and know it's time to get up. So you bumble into the kitchen and make the coffee while you're still half asleep, and it's a little chilly, but not unkindly so, and while the coffee is dripping through, you go around and open all the windows, to let the night air out and invite the day-light in. And every window is like a surprise! You pull back the curtains, and there are bright colours, all fresh and washed by the rain.

"Open the front window and there's the street with its dark grey cobbles, and the house across the way with warm yellow stone, just steaming and soaking up the sun. And you can wave to Hilary who is pulling back her curtains, too. And you laugh because you're both wearing bathrobes.

"Then the next window is inna lounge and you pull that curtain back and there's the wide view to the end of the lane - all green with humps and vales where the beck dips down, and every inch is dotted with sheep. And when you open that window, you can hear da widdle babby voices of the little lambs coming in on the cold air, callin for their mawmies.

"And you lift your eyes over those hillocks and it looks like you can see forever over those hills, all way to where the trees appear like misty grey paint brushes scratching fint tinges of colour against the translucent sky.

"Then the next window is deep, narrow one by the fireplace that looks towards the sun just rising over Waddow's Mound. Waddow's Mound is actually an Eighth Century tomb, but it looks like a big pile of grass-covered dirt with flowers growing on it. And there are bunnies living there! Wots ob bunnies! The whole face of Waddow's Hill is just covered with holes and outside of each hole, there's at least one rabbit sitting in the sun, or hopping aournd, looking for the tastiest flower to eat. And I can open the window and call to them, and they don't care! And every day, I toss out some of Poppy's feed for them, and some carrot cuttings from the pub, and some hay, because although they're all fat and happy and undistrubed, it's always nice to have a little more.

And the bunnies watch Maman. And strong wind blows down from Waddow's Hill an on days when Farmer Dayson spreads pooties, it stinks, Maman says, but in a good country way. An Maman always leebs dat winder opin, she says.

An if da wind off Waddow's Hill is rilly cowd, she pokes atta fire wiffa pokey fing an puts black rocks onnit.

An den dere issa nudder small winder ober where her 'cellow is and she opins dat. Dere are roses unner it an sumtimes bees. An Maman allus tells da bees dat dey can stay inna roses bud nod come inside. An dat corner is sheltered by da corner obba garage so dat da wind don bwow dere.

Den she goes an opins da bafroom winder to wet da wind oud. An outside ob dat winder issa garden gate, all bwown and made ob wood, anna garden wall dat is berry high an made of yellow stone. Oud dere issa forecourt where Jack keeps da wheelbarrow anna cuttings anna liddle glass house what has gwape leebs innit, anna organe butt to catch rain wadder to pud onna geraniums dat is in stone pots out frunt.

Den she opens da winders in her office dat oberwook da garden inna back. Sumtimes she stands an wooks atta "chain tree". It's all gold wif chains ob fwowers. To da left ob it is Waddow's Hill an more sheeps. To da right dere are pine trees anna pwace where Shelia, her wandwandy says are da fairies atta end obba garden.

Den Maman geds da coffee and puts it onna tray obbered inna clof. She geds a sugar basin anna milk jug, an she wets oud her bunny, Poppy in her harness, an dey go to see Mrs. Shelia. An den Hilary comes ober an dey hab coffee inna garden, siddin on hard wooden benches inna back garden, An Poppy eats da clober. An Hilary bwings toast.

An whenna church bells rings "half-sebben" Shelia says it's time to ged up an ged moobin. Cos it's a scandle dat dey are wearin dere baf-robes.

Anna sun is high inna sky an dere is no mist, an you kin heer da rumbled obba big tractors going oud toda fields.

An ennyway, Jack an Theresa will be alwong soon to stawt doin fings. An Jack hassa widdle dog named "Jack"...

But dat's anudder stowy, Maman sed. So I will hab to wait to dear id.

Posted by Our Warren at 8:37 AM EDT
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