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Wednesday, 1 September 2004
Small Bunnies - By George
Mood:  quizzical

I am sorry dat I hab bin away fur awhile. Dis is Maman's fault (issn't ebberyfing?). She has bin rilly, rilly sik an twyin to hide it, wikea good bunny shuld. As she sed to me da udder day,

"Nebber, ebber wet dem see a weaknis."

Yeah, well, she is rite aboud dat. Cos when you is prey, anna whole werld is fulla preddytors, showin a weaknis is jus pwain stoopit.

Bud, den, in dis werld, you also god your "Protecktors". Maman has Dadda, who is alla'boud protecktin. Mainwy, he's godda proteckt hur frum hurself, cos as Belinda noted elsewhere inna Blog, Maman can ged hurself innu a werld ob trubble wifoud ebben finkin aboudd'it (well, whut Belinda sed wassat Maman doesn't fink wike udder hoomins fink, which is howcome she can ged innu a werld ob trubble all on hur own, wiffoud requirin enny help frumma rest ob us.).

Now, Dadda is your basik Good Protecktor. He is, furst ob all, BIG. Speshully when you are sittin onna floor, wookin up (or as Belinda wuld say, "Frum wun fut offa gwound.").

Bud nod alla Portecktors inna werld are big, wike Dadda. In fact, whut I hab noticed issat a wotta da rilly woud, rilly b'lligerant, self-'pointed Protecktors in Our Warren are kinda onna (forgib me for noticin') small side.

You take Mouse.

Now Mouse issa normal Netherlands Dwarf. Small, over-all gen'rally round shape; pointed, Tellygint ears an' neet feets.

Butta good fing aboud Mouse issat Mouse knows dat he is small. He knows dat he is small, but dat he is also one fast, tough, persistant widdle Muther-Ob-All-Battles.

Mouse's habbytat is rite by da door an he Keeps An Eye Out alla time, an he knows when to *thump* an when not to *thump*, an he knows da rite way to conduct a Pooty-War an alla dat stuff.

Belinda sed dat Mouse issa "Cwassik Adbersaryul Male" an I shuld wearn stuff frum him aboud Honnur an Bunny'tude in order to become a truly 'Tellygint Bunny.

An den you take BeeBe-Bunny!! Please!

Now Beeb issa "Cwassic Idjit", Belinda sed. Maman says dat he has "Issues". Dadda calls him "See'ere-Sunshine" an keeps sayin dey are gonna habba "fallin-oud", whutebber dat is.

Hunny says BeeBe issa'boud twelbe pounds ob pooties inna four pound bag ob fur, an Mouse sed if we wet da hot air out ob him, da Bun Room wuld float.

Ennyways, BeeBe issa Hot-Tot, a breed ob bunny dat hassa widdle white body wif widdle black ears an widdle black rings around his eyes, anna widdle black tail. Cute guy; weighs aboud four pounds, mostly teef.

Budda fing is, BeeBe finks, in fackt, he's rilly possytib dat he issa RILLY HUGE rabbit.

An he finks dat he shuld own ebbryfing inna Bun Room.

An he finks dat he shuld own alla gurl bunnies in Our Warren.

An he finks dat he issa Top Bun in Our Warren, too.

An he finks dat he is bigger, an badder, an gen'rally sus'perior to Dadda an kin beat Dadda's butt enny time he wants.

Which is sum seriously stoopit finkin, if you axt me.

So I wooked down at BeeBe da udder day, an I sed, "Hey, Beeb."

An he sed, "YO!"

An I sed, "So, wike, whut's up wif dis bein a seriously huge rabbit an all, when I'm bigger den you are, an when eidder Clover - which is your wife-bun, or my wife-bun, Missy - culd sit on you an make you dissypear? I mean, if you're so big, all free ob us are bigger den you, den howcome you fink you're such a big rabbit?"

An BeeBe wooked at me fora sekond, an den bwinked. Den he did a widdle half-binky, growled, cirkuled bak an sed, "Cos I am."

An I sed, "Am, whut?"

An he sed, "In real life, I amma berry BIG rabbit!"

An I'm wike, "Well, hokay. Dat's your story." an went off to hab sum hay, cos Hunny says dat helps you to cwear your hed obba non-sense dat normally geds innu it.

Bud I'm still wonderin abouddit. Because I hear dere are udder small bunnies who seem to habba same conbikshuns dat BeeBe has - dat dey are HUGE, TOUGH, ALPHA-RAMBO-NINJA-BUNNY rabbits, when dey are rilly small, fluffy, cute-wookin bundles ob toofs an fur wif rotten atty'tudes. An yet, dere are seriously HUGE, STRONG, GIANT RABBITS dat habba personalwity ob cuddlebuns.

So go figger. Cos it beats da heck outta me!

Posted by Our Warren at 12:41 PM EDT
Thursday, 26 August 2004
Bloggin - By George
Mood:  chatty

Well. (Dis is my werd.)

Now dat I am readin da noospapers on-wine wif Maman inna mornin, I am geddin 'Tellygint. Maman sed dat it will bea slooow process. She says ebberyfing issa "process": fwowers do nod jus opin wiffa "pop" an bunnies do nod jus wake up alla suddin 'Tellygint. It happins ober time, a widdle bit heer anna widdle bit dere, an den, bifore you know it, you turn aroun, an wow-wook-atta-dat! you're all gwowed up an 'Tellygint.

So I am gonna stop twyin to waid to become 'Tellygint an jus ged to werk onnit.

An I'm stawtin wif usin my own werd "Well" insted ob usin Belinda's werd "So". Bud Maman sed I kin still use Belinda's werd, as long as I "attwibbyboot" my source. I allus habba bemember to do dat. Whin you attwibbyboot a source, dat meens dat you say who did it bifore you did, so dat if dey screwed up, you don ged blamed for it - an if dey done good, you can't take alla credit cos you didn't doda werk.

Seems fair to me.

So. I mean, Well. ("So" is Belinda's werd. "Well" is mine.)

I thought dat tiday I wuld 'splain "Bloggin". I hadda lern 'boud it since I'm doin it.

Bloggin is short werds for "Web-log", which means typin inna on-line journal.

Yup, dat's it. Myst'ry solbed. By George.

Inna noospapers, a wotta hoomins are parentwy typin in blogs cossa 'Publican Nashunal Conbenchun is gonna be comin to Noo Yawk Near Us.

Maman helped me to finda werd "Publican" inna dickshunary. It means a "landlord" or "keeper obba pubwick houz". Oh, an "Pubwick" means hoomins ob all kinds.

Maman sed datta most publicans keep pubs. She was nod payin much 'tenshun to whut I was sayin, so I hopped down offa her lap an wint to axt Dadda boudda pubs.

Dadda is frum Inkwand an Dadda tawks boudda pubs where he commed frum. It seems dat Inkwand hassa wotta pubs, so I guess dat dey hab publicans, too. I guess dey also hab conbenchuns, since it seems a hoomin fing todo.

Now Dadda sumtimes tawks aboud when he was younger inna Unnybersity, he god innu "pub-brawls" which wuld be your basik fites. He sed dere wassa wotta dat happinin in pubs. He sed he don do dat now cos he is nod inna Unnybersity an he don dwink (which issa fib, cos he dwinks a wotta stuff called "tee".)

Bud its hokay, cos inna unnybersity guys tend to fite wike me an Beebe - call a few names, take a few bops, pull sum fur, an den it's ober.

He sed most obba landlords wuld frow you oud whin you fite, jus wike he allus pulls me an Beebe apart whin it wooks wike we is gonna stawt sumfing. Maman sed Beebe an I cannot be twusted cos Beebe an I are jus pwain Stoopit Aboud Sum Fings. Whutebber. I say dat if he is gonna sneek innu my habbytat, I don wike it, an he says he kin sneek in whenebber he feels wike it if I wike it or nod. Fing is, it's my habbytat, rite?

Well. Maman sed we godda shut uppaboud it cos she don hold wif fitin. I guess Maman issa landlord or sumfing, bud she sed she wuldn't go to enny conbenchuns cos she haddit wif Noo Yawk yeers ago, an too menny hoomins gaddered togedder in wun pwace make her skert.

Bud if dere issa conbenchun ob landlords, I wuld guess dat dey wuld ged togedder to talk aboudda ways ob frowin oudda young guys frumma Unnybersity (Note: a hoomin pwace to ged 'Tellygint - attwibbybooted to Dadda) who ged inna stoopid fites dat don meen ennyfing, wike me an Beebe.


Hokay, so Maman sed dat dere will be wotta hoomins typin blogs aboud dis stuff, jus wike a wotta hoomins typed a wotta blogs aboudda demmykatik conbenchun, which is (I guess) whenna wotta "Demmys" (gotta wook dat up) got togedder sumwheres (wook dat up, too) to do sumfing (wook dat up).

So (Attwibbybooted to Belinda who usta say it alla time, but it's hokay, I kin use it.).

Whut it wooks wike to me issat a wotta hoomins are gonna do a wotta typin aboutta fightin inna pubs by a wotta young guys.

Sumhow, I don seeda point.

I meen, mebbe I'm nod berry 'Tellygint yet, bud I wuld raffer type aboud raisins, an nanners an bondin an makin holes an stuff dat I wike radder den type aboudda wotta young hoomins habbin fites in pubs ober nuffin. Sure, guys ged innu fites. It's wunna da fings dat happins before you ged 'Tellygint an wearns stuff wike "Patience" an "Whin to Shut Up". Dadda sed dat stuff comes wif Age an da hextperience ob geddin tired ob pikkin yourself up offa floor, or da hextperience ob geddin tired ob puttin frozin veggies onna eye (I'm nod shure abouddis wun.). Ennyway, Dadda says "You gwow outta it."

So I guess you gwow outta typin abouddit, too. Or at weast I do.

I wuld radder wook outta windor an see da werld go by, or watch da cwoulds chase each udder acrosst da sky.

Publicans an Demmykats. I dunno. Mebbe I've outgwown dat stuff. Id happins when you ged 'Tellygint.

Posted by Our Warren at 7:34 AM EDT
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Tuesday, 24 August 2004
Tinkers Bubble - By George
Mood:  chatty

Belinda sed dat I needed to become 'Tellygint. Now Belinda wassa berry 'Tellygint bunny, an she usta go downnastairs wif Maman to reeda noospapers onna WerldWideWeb ebbery mornin. Den she wuld sometimes write aboud whut she lerned inna noospapers in hur Blog, which is dis fing dat I am typin in.

So. (Belinda usta type dis)

Tiday I axted Maman if I culd come downnastairs wif hur to reeda noospapers wif hur, jus wike Belinda.

An Maman sed, "Hokay." An piked me up an we wint downnastairs toda 'puter to reeda noospapers togedder.

So I sat on Maman's lap an cos I dunno howta reed, Maman reeded to me. So we was reedin inna noospaper called "Da Guardian On-Line" which comes frum Inkwand where Maman usta lib an where Dadda comes frum.

An Maman sed, "Wisten George, dere issa pwace in Somerzet in Inkwand where Dadda commed frum, and sum pipple dere hab builded a farm called 'Bubble'."

An I finked, "Sounds nice. Berry friendly, pwace called 'Bubble'. Means dat dey are bizzy wike bubbles inna pot, an I'm a bizzy bunny. Means dat da pwace just rides onna surface ob fings, an I'm all for dat. Bubbles also can burst, bud we'll see how dis werks oud."

An Maman wint on: "An 'Bubble' issa hextperimental community built to see if pipple can lib togedder wiffout using oil or fossil fuels. Cossa werld is runnin outta cheap fuel to run machines, runna cars, runna hareplanes, an to probide heat an wight." Den she wooked at me an sed, "Nuffin wasts forebber. We are runnin outta oil an rite now oil is whut permits humans to lib as dey do, Babby. Assa speeshees, we hoomins kin manipulate our environment cos we hab oil. Da rise obba Industrial Rebbelooshun is built onna back ob fossil fuel."

An I sed, "Oh." Cos I dunno whutdaheck she's tawkin aboud. Dis issa pawt ob bein 'Tellygint where Belinda had me beet. Cos Belinda knowed.

An Maman wint on: "An so sum pipple in Inkwand where Dadda commed frum made a farm dat did not use enny oil. Dey called da farm 'Bubble'. Dey had sum cows anna horse."

An I thought, "Sounds good. Horses are just big bunnies wif underpowered bwains."

An Maman sed, "An dey builded houzes dat used wood to keep da pipple warm an to cook dere food. Dis mada pollytishuns mad. Anna pollytishuns wanted da pipple to stop usin wood, which issa renewable resorce, an to use gas or oil to cook dere food. Dey cited LAWS dat sed you can't burn wood, but you kin burn udder stuff, like oil or gas, in order to cook food. Onwy Big Compinies build houzes wif oil, 'lektrik an gas burnin stobes inn'em. Bud if you build your own houz an burn wood, which is renewable, den you aren't alloud. Hmmm..."

Whin Maman says "Hmmmm..." wike dat, she is finkin.

Den Maman reeded sum more. An she said, "An den da pollytishins sed datta milk, cheese an butter frumma cows at Bubble couldn't be sold atta markit cos it was made da old-fashioned way, wiffout using oil or gas to heet it to certain tempychurs. LAWS dat effectibwy prebent enny small-holder frum makin cheese or butter an sellin it cos dey won't habba 'Quipmint datta big Dairy Compinies hab. Soda Big Dairy Companies keep alla bizniz."

An Maman sed, "Hmmm..." agin.

An den she thought sum more, an sed, "George?"

An I sed, "Whut?"

An she axted me, "Whut'cha fink?"

An I thought, "Uh oh, dis is just wike Belinda! Bud Belinda usta habba 'Pinion on Ebberyting! She wassa 'Tellygint Bunny an I am nod! Now whut?"

An den I thought, "Hang on dere, Berry Boy - THINK! You kin do it! Belinda didn't say you was stoopid, she sed you needed to ged 'Tellygint, which are two dif'frunt fings. Stoopid means you don't godda hope, but 'Tellygint means using whut'cha got."

So I finked reel hard and den I sed,

"Hokay, whut I fink is dis: Hoomins are 'mazingly stoopid, bud sumtimes dey kin be 'mazinly smawt, too. So I fink da Big Compinies needa werk outta nudder rewable resource inna hurry an nod be greedy to squeeze ebberyfing dey kin outta fossil fuels. Da Big Compinies wook wike dinosaurs to me. Dey are fat, dum an runnin in cirkuls twin to keep ebberyting da same. Da dinosaurs was fat, dum an dey runned in cirkuls twyin to pwetend nuffin was happinin dat was bad, and den dey runned outta time. Soda wesson heer seems wike 'Don bea dinosaur.' I fink dat's preddy cleer. Soda ansur is also preddy cleer: Gedda noo idea an geddit Quick. Stay ahed obba die-off an ged in onna rebirf."

Den I wooked up at Maman an sed, "Hozzat?"

An Mamn sed, "You're doin good, Widdle Bunny. I fink you shuld be writin forda "Guardian" noospaper."

So. (As Belinda usta say.)

Dat's where we are dis mornin. Maman's still readin da noospapers, but I godda raisin, which issa renewable resource.

Dis 'Tellygint fing might just werk out.

Posted by Our Warren at 10:28 AM EDT
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Sunday, 22 August 2004
Da Windors Is Opin - By George
Mood:  happy

Tiday wassa nice day! Da sun was out. Da breeze (which has bin missin-in-akshun forda wast few days) was bwowin...

Dadda an Maman commed innu da Bun Room early bifore church an opined ALLA WINDORS inna Bun Room! An whut windors dere was! Dere is just windors ebberwhere inna werld if you just wooks for'dem, just wike Belinda said!

She sed: "Da werld is so fulla number of fings, dat I'm shure we shuld all be as hoppy as Kings. Sum guy writed dat an id is troo, widdle bunny, George."

An she is RITE!

Da werld is fulla windors ! I know becos I hab smelled dem tiday whin Maman an Dadda opined alla our windors. Now I know why hoomins calla gwass fings inna wall "windors" - cos whin dey is opin, alla windors inna werld kin come inside!

An wemme tell you, da smells - OH DA SMELLS dat commed in! Commin in onna breezes!

Whut was commin inna windors was winderous!

Missy an I jus sat in our habbytats, noses goin "twenty-fibe toda dozzen" as Hunny said.

Bud whut smells!

Well, lemme tell you whut was goin on inna neighbourhood! Dere was so much!

Sumbun was mowin dere lawn. I know, cos I smelled it!

Sumbun else was paintin. I fink it was Maman an Dadda, cos I could heer dem tawkin togedder an dey was waffin an tawkin. An do you know whut? I heered Dadda tawkin aboud'da guy anna cellyphone onna twain, an he was tawkin to Maman, an den I heered Manan go,

"Whoops!" an she stawted waffin.

An I heered Dadda say, "So I dwopped da broosh inna paint! So whut? Tell ennywun you wan, but just don' tell Phil!"

An Maman sed, "Well, who am I gonna tell? Silly boy!" an I fink she musta wicked him onna hed, cos I heered him waff.

Hoomins is funny dat way. Dey don't wick wike we do. Dey make a *smack* sound dat I can't make, an Missy wuld *bop* me wiff'er paws if I did!

An den I heered a guitar acrosst da stweet (bud dey don pway as gud as Phil-da-Lad!) an den I heered da kidwets frum nextest store go by onna tick-tick-tick montin-bikes. An den I heered a tinkwy song inna air!

An I heered Maman say, "If dat Ice-creem man don't gedda noo song, I'm gonna stwangle him."

So I knowed it wassa ice-creem truck comin!

Anna song pwayed, and pwayed, an pwayed, and drowned oud alla udder songs...

An den it went downnastreet, an den I heered da birdies, an Jamie who libs nextest door callin her kidlets to come innu da houzez, cos id is geddin a widdle bid chilly, anna sun is goin down anna shadows is geddin wonger an wonger heer inna Bun Room. Soon it will be nite, I fink.

So Missy an I are cuddled up, an so are Hunny an Poet an Beebe an Clover... Bud I feel a widdle sad for Mouse, cos he is nod bonded wike we are. Mebbe he wuld be more friendwy if he hadda bondmate... ora mawmie... or sumfing... sumbun besides toys anna haypile. Belinda is rite, dat dere issa wot more toa bunny wife denna pile ob hay anna pwate ob salad. Dere are smells, anna sunshine, an fwiends...

So mebber Maman or Dadda will come uppastairs soon an cwose our windor for tinite, an turn onna Wight, cos id is a widdle cool now anna sounds are preddy much all gone anna smells are just obba stweet anna gwass onna wawn... inna werld fulla windors.

Posted by Our Warren at 7:04 PM EDT
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Wednesday, 18 August 2004
Whin A Bunny Gets No Sleep - By George
Mood:  crushed out

Whut issa madder wif hoomins? Dey don't seem to know 'boud sweep... er, sleep. Closin eyes an restin' inna dawk an quiet - which seems to be atta preemium aroun heer.

I mean, heer are da bunnies, all in dere habbytats. We hab our food, our hay, our wadder and we hab had tweats.

Well, nod enuf tweats, bud dere are nebber enuf tweats, you know?

Ennyways...., I meen, SO - as Belinda - yeah, you know whut Belinda usta say.


We are in our habbytats an id is dawk. So we are goin to go t'sweep.

Maman an Dadda go innu dere Room-Nextest-Door an I heer Maman ged innu da bed. Den I heer Dadda ged innu da bed.

So far, so gud.

Den da wight on Dadda's side goes oud. Id geds a widdle bit dawker inna Bun Room. Den Maman's wight goes oud. Id geds a widdle bid dawker inna Bun Room.

Den alla suddin, da wight inna hallway goes on.


"Ummm, sorry."

Wight goes oud. It was Phil an he fortygedded aboud turnin onna wight.

So he comes uppastairs an turns onna bafroom wight.

Bun Room geds bwight.

Poet stands up an falls ober hur tin cup, so Hunny says, "Shaddup, woomin! I'm twyin t'sweep!"

An Missy frows a toy. Well, doesn't dat just bonk offa side obba habbytat just above Beebe's hed.

So he shouts, "YO!"

An Mouse *Fumps*.

So den I heer da bed inna Room-Nestest-Toda-Bun-Room creak an I heer Dadda go, "OUCH! Whut wassat for?"

An Maman goes, "Whut?"

An Missy frows her toy agin an hits me onna hed. An I'm wike, "HEY! Whut wassat for?"

An Missy says, "Cos."

An Hunny *Thumps*.

So den Phil comes outta da bafroom an shuts oud dat wight. An I heer Maman say, "Will you PWEASE gota bed?"

An Phil says, "Shur. Nite, Mom." An turns onna wight inna hallway.

An Mouse *THUMPS*, bud harder dis time.

An Phil says, "Opps. Habit. Sorry." Anna wight goes off an Phil goes off downnahall.

So now it's dawk agin inna Bun Room.

Den I heer Da Fat Cat come climbin uppastairs. He goes innu Maman an Dadda's Room-Nestest-Door-To-Ours.

Da bed creaks an I heer Da Fat Cat say, "I'm hooooongry."

An I heer Maman say, "Oh no you don't."

Den I heer a *FUMP* an id issn't a rabbit. Id's da sound obba Fat-Cat hittin da floor.

So den a widdle waiter, I heer Dadda say, "Buggerit." Anna bed creaks, an Dadda shuffles oud innu da hall.

An Hunny says, "Buggerdis." an shuffles ober to a corner where he can't see da wight frumma bafroom dat is now on agin.

An Beebe shouts, "YO!" cos it seems wike da fing to do an frows a BellBall.

So I frow wunna da barrels in heer in Missy an my habbytat just tobe soshuhable-wike.

Bud Dadda sicks his hed inna Bun Room door an says, "Will you buggers keep it down in heer?"

Den I heer Phil's door opin downnahall. An he calls oud,

"Did sumwun call me?"

An Dadda calls back, "Onwy if your name is 'Bugger'."

An Phil says, "Oh."

An Maman says, "If you two don gota sweep..." Bud she doesn't finish offa sentence. She jus sorta wet's it hang inna air wike sum kinda threat...

Den Dadda goes downnastairs an I heer da tea-keddle makin noise.

Well, by dis time, dere is wight aroun alla winders inna Bun Room.

An I'm finkin, You know, I habbin't bin to bed yet.

An Missy geds up, an she stretches an den puds hur big ol' hed down for me to wick, an I jus sort ob wooks at hur, wike, "Are you nutz?" an goes off fru da Hole to my side obba habbytat.

Cos I know dat id is day outside, bud I'm tellin you - I'M TIRED!

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Tuesday, 17 August 2004
Rewayshunships - By George
Mood:  surprised

So. (As Belinda wiked to type.)

Dis is whut habbin a wife-bun issa'boud.

I'm heer on my side obba habbytat, wookin oud atta hallway. Missy is on hur side cos she can't fit fru da Hole.

We godda wotta hay aroun deer, sum on my side obba habbytat an sum on hur side. She says datta hay on my side tastes bedder denna hay on hur side an I'm sposed to be ober heer pushin da hay fru frum heer to dere.

Yeah. Hokay. Well.

So. (As Belinda usta say.)

I'm siddin heer wookin oud onna hallway. Maman an Dadda was jus heer, bud now dey are gone downnastairs. Howebber Maman was sneezin an wookin all bedraggled in hur purple sweatshirt dat issa'boud free times too big fur hur an hangs down aroun her nees, an Dadda wooks all sharp in his soot, an collar an tie, cos he wuz goin toda "werk" fingie. An Maman was shufflin aroun inna bloo slippers an Dadda was stridin an stompin in his bwack "Oxferds" dat hassa yummy-wookin laces on'em.

An Dadda wooks atta Maman an says dat she issa "Boot'full wady."

An I'm wookin an finkin, "Buddee, you needs your gwasses on." An den I notice dat he's wearin dem.

An den I'm finkin, "Waidaminit. He's nod wookin at'ter wiff'is eyes. Or mebbe he iswookin at'ter wiff'is eyes, bud he's not wookin at hur wiff'is eyes."

If you you know whut I meen.

Wike wast nite.

Maman comed innu da Bun Room an wooked at Missy an sed, "Missy, you hairball. Wook at your backside."

An so I wooked at Missy's backside, an I finked, "Yup, preddy nice wun."

An Maman's dere shakin hur hed in dissypproval at Missy's backside. So I wooked at Missy's butt agin, an den I seed whut Maman was tawkin aboud - dere was sum woose hairs dat needs mebbe to be brooshed. But whut's a few woose hairs? Da gurl is sheddin. Big deel! So whut? We all sheds! Id's pawt ob bein a bunny. An id has nuffin tado wif how preddy or nod preddy Missy is. When I wook ad Missy I see da mostest lubly bun-inna-werld. Id's da ober-all 'feckt obba round, boot'full bunny-gurl. My bun-wife. Missy.

As Dadda says, "Id issn't da package, it's whut's inside."

Id's wookin at whut is dere by wookin fru. If you know whut I meen. Seein, bud nod wiffa eyes, mebbe - or issit seein wiffa inner eyes? Or seein wiffa eyes shutted? How aboud seein wiffoud eyes!

So I kin see wiffoud my eyes!

So. (As Belinda ustas type when she'd lerned sumfing.)

I just now wooked fru da Hole an told dis to Missy. She bwinked an pushed hur nose fru furdder an sed, "So gwoom me, hokay?"

So I did. Bud onwy a cuple ob wicks, cos I'm still finkin aboud dis noo discobbery.

I kin see wiffoud eyes!

So dis is why Maman is boot'ful in hur purple sweatshirt an bloo slippers, an why Missy hassa perfekt butt ebben wiffa sheddin fur.

An dis is why Goofy Ol' Poet is preddy when she binkies an wands on Poor Owd Hunny's hed, an why Clober is motherwy-sweet ebben doh she is 'mazinwy fat, an why Beebe is cute when he's twyin to be bun-ninja an shouts, "YO!", an why Mouse is just so 'doryable ebben doh he's rite now gibbin me da RBB an sayin,

"Watchit, Berry Boy. Cos whin I ged outta here, I'll show you 'doryable' on your fuzzy, fat hed."

Oh. Whooops.

Hmmm. So (As Belinda usta say, buyin time...)

I fink mebbe seein wif bof sorts ob eyes, da inner anna oudder eyes, is going to be a good idea...

Oh an I habba noo song:
Pushin sum hay...
I'm pushin sum hay...
Pushin sum hay fru to Miss-ee!
I'm pushin sum hay...
Pushin sum hay...
Pushin sum hay fru to Miss-ee...

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Monday, 16 August 2004
I hab seed da HURRY-CANE - by George
Mood:  caffeinated

Id came an id went an id is gone - da HURRY-CANE. I amma sur-bi-bor houzrabbit.

Yup, I hab bin inna HURRY-CANE an discobbered it was nuffin budda wotta rain. Hunny sed it culd hab bin a wotworser, bud it wassn't. He sed dat HURRY-CANES are funny fings in dat dey are wike hoomins: You kin nebber tell whin wun obb'em is gonna turn oud to be a reel stinker jus frumma'pearances.

So. (As Belinda usta say.)

We are fine at Our Warren. Maman is still sik. I am still bonded to Missy. Beebe is still geddin usta da idea. Poet is fine, Hunny is still callin me "Berry-boy" an Mouse is predictin dat I am gonna go toda V-E-Ts berry soon. I dunno why, cos I'm feelin preddy gud, to tell you da troof.

Wast nite, Missy showed me aboud Toys.

Now, Maman is preddy big on gibbin us bunnies "toys" to pway wif. She finks we gets bored bein on our own inna Bun Room sumtimes, so she goes outta her way to find stuff to pud innu our habbytats wif us. Mostwy dis jus creates cwutter, an, inna Owd Folks case, fings dat dey kin fall ober, bud dat's our Maman - allus helpful, just nod "too switched on" as Belinda usta say.

Bud Missy was trundlin aroun da Habbytat as onwy she kin trundle, an she found dis barrel-shaped fing dat rattles. It was wedged unn'neaf obba pooty-box where we haddn' seed it alla day. So she piked it up in hur teefs an gabe it a shake ob hur hed.

It flied ober hur shoulder an wanded nextest to me wiffa *bang*. Well, I jumped up'inna air cos id surprized me.

Whin I camd down, I wooked attit. Den I wooked at hur.

"Well, go on." She sed.

An I wooked attit sum more, den I piked it up an gabe it a shake.

It was preddy hebby, so it flew outt my mouf an wanded *bang* beside Missy.

An she sed, "Not bad." An piked it uppa'gin. She gibbed it anudder shake an it floo outta her teef an bonked me onna hed.

Well, dis was becomin anna'noyance, wemme tell you. So I waid my eers down flat an piked da fing up an hurled wun back att'er - bud while I wasn't wookin, she'd gone an found anudder toy, a widdle smaller wun, budda same kinda fing, dat was hidin unnerneaf da wadder crock - an didn't she jus pik dat wun up while I was pikin up dis wun an gib it a shake an send it flyin at me!

Well, you know, dees fings eskee-wate - an Maman has gibbin ebberybun summa dees "toys".

So while Missy an I are hextchanginn Flyin Barrells, nextest fing I kin heer issa sound ob BellBalls frumma habbytat nextest to us, which bewongs to Clober an Beebe.

An I heer Beebe shout, "YO!" anna sound obba BellBall hittin da lattice-werk wall. An den I heer, "INCOMING!" anna sound obba'nudder BellBall hittin da lattice-werk. An dere's da sound ob Clober scramblin to hur feets. Den dere's da sound ob Beeb slammin innu da corner.

Den I heer Poet or Hunny (can't tell which wun) fallin ober dere TinCup.

An den I heer Hunny say, "Bugger." Anna wotta shufflin aboud goin on in dere habbytat.

Den Missy bonks me onna hed wiffa'nudder barrel, so I pik uppa nearest wun an frow it back att'er.

Den DaddyBrian suddinwy shows up atta Bun Room door.

An he calls Maman, ob course, an dey come in an DaddyBrian says,

"Whuttaheck are you all on aboud?"

An Maman (who, as ushual, hasn' godda cloo) says, "Aww, wook, Brian, Missy's teachin George howta pway wif toys!"

Den she says, "I'll bet dey want more!"

So. (As Belinda usta type.)

Dis mawnin, Maman comes innu da Bun Room wiffa whole arms full ob short cawdboard toobs.

Which she dumps innu our habbytat. An innu Clober an Beebe's habbytat, an innu Poet an Hunny's habbytat. Den she inbaded Mouse's pwace an gibbed him a noo pellet dish, a tweat bowl, an sum obba toobs.

So now, aldoh da HURRY-CANE didn't affekt us, we are up to our keesters in toobs. Poor Mouse kin hardwy turn aroun to finda pwace to sleep for alla toobs an toys he's god ta pway wif. He says if he's bored now, it's all my fault, which I don unnerstan, bud I'll tell you dis, I'm nod wikin it.

Hunny says he has his werk cut oud for him, bud dat he's gonna hab sum hay anna nap an den he'll ged aroun to chewin onna toobs. Clober says she's leebin da toobs to Beeb, an Beeb is jus wadin fru goin, "YO!" ebbery now an den to wet me know he's still ober dere.

An Maman's gone back downnastairs, finkin she's done a wotta good for Bundom in gen'ral an for us in par-tik-u-lar. Bud dat's Maman - as ushual, she hassn godda cloo.

Posted by Our Warren at 10:41 AM EDT
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Saturday, 14 August 2004
Hurry-Canes - by George
Mood:  not sure

Well, seems wike sumfing's goin on. I will show you inna Wist, wike Belinda taught me to make. (She an Hunny BOF sed dis Makin-a-Wist stuff will help to organy-ize my finkin. So I am doin it cos sumday, I am gonna be a 'Tellygint Rabbit!)

So. (As Belinda usta say)

George's Wist ob Whut Is Goin On:

1. Maman's rilly sik wif da stuff dat Phil-da-OOH-RAH-Lad bwinged home frumma Naby. Id is calwed "Bron-ky(achoo)-tis". She is takin meddysin an smells funny. DaddyBrian hadda same fing, bud his stuff wint away, mostwy. Maman's didn't. DaddyBrian anna Hoomin V-E-T "speeked" to Maman aboud her nod geddin rid ob dis fing an Maman pwomised she wuld stay in bed more. Wike dat will happin! Keepin Maman in bed is wike tryin to keep bunnies inna baskit, Hunny says. Id don werk.

So. (As Belinda usta say)

2. Now Maman is siddin wrapped inna blankey wookin atta puter. She is tawkin aboudda "HURRY-CANE" wiffa name ob "Charley".

3. Phil-da-Lad is up early an tawkin aboud "Pencil-colon" and "Nor-Folx" anna "HURRY-CANES". An Phil sed, "Sucks to be dem." Ob course, dat was as he was onna screen-porch turnin da piknik tabul onto it's top. He is now moobin da rubbish bins around toda back obba houz, unner da stairs. He is also pikin up tree twigs. Shawn has just arribed to help. Dey are habbin a coffee-brek. Phil is sayin "OOH-RAH" a wot, which is anudder fing he learned inna Naby.

4. Hunny sed his arthyritis is makin him stiff. Da air, whin I sniff it, smells heavy, wike I am tryin to breathe wadder thru my crock.

5. Sherwin, Jeff, Shawn an Phil hab bwought inna bale ob hay, a bag ob Green Bag pellets an gallons ob wadder an set dem all inna Bun Room.

So I fink dere is sumfing goin on. I wint to axt Missy, bud she don know. She sed she has nebber seed a HURRY-CANE. Mouse an Hunny an Beebe hab heared obb'em (Poet don know if she has or nod, bud dat bunny is woosing her mind, I fink. She twied to ged bossy wif Hunny wast nite, an he chased her aroun an sitted on her butt, an she didn wike dat, bud as he sed, "I amma Top Bun, now, an id don madder how owd I am, ebberybun is gonna wisten to me, incloodin yoo, you contrary, bossy owd missus!").

Ennyway... or I mean,

So. (As Belinda usta say)

Nobunny quite unnerstans aboud HURRY-CANES 'cept Hunny an he can't quite bemember whut he knows aboudd'em onna'count ob bein preddy young an un'Tellygint (wike me) when da wast wun commed fru here. He sed he finks da wun he recalls wuz called "Floyd" or sumfing, an dat dere wassa wotta rain happinin, wif wadder inna streets an all, an dat it god dark berry early onna'count ob dere bein no 'lektris-city. He sed we mite be inna dark an I shuldn't be skeert, cos he libbed fru it an so wuld I.

I axt him if dere was gonna be lightnin, cos I hate lightnin onna'count ob it bein so suddin, an Hunny sed, "Mebbe."

So I am nod too happy wif alla dis. Da hoomins heer are all charged up, an Maman is tellin Phil he hasta go stay wif Sistah Beffy cos Maman sed, "She won't be able to cope on her own if dis geds to be a worst-case seen-ary-o." An DaddyBrian has nebber seed a 'Murrican HURRY-CANE bifore, so he hassn godda cloo.

An Phil's jus goin aroun whistlin a song an talkin allaboud whin he was in "Pencil-colon" anna "base" dere sumwheres. Dunno whut he's so happy aboud.

He jus now sticked his hed inna Bun Room door.

An he sed,

"OOH-RAH, Bunnies! OOH-RAH!"

Now whuttdaheck is dat aboud?

Posted by Our Warren at 11:45 AM EDT
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Friday, 13 August 2004
Uh Oh - by George
Mood:  accident prone

(creaking sounds)

Missy: Clover? Dat you, gurl? (clambers one fut atta time innu da pootie box) Hey Clover! Dat yoo?

(wall of habitat shakes)

Missy: Uh oh. (periscopes) Clover? Dat bedder be yoo.

(scratching noises)

Missy: Dis iss'nod gud. ( goes innu loaf position inna pootie box)

George: (Bright Look)Whut'sup Sweet'ums?

Missy: Der issa omninyous scratchin' noise comin frumma shakin wall obba habbytat.

George: (Strikin' a pose) Bwing id on! I'll defend yoo, my Sweet'ums!

Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: YO! Berry Boy! I'll bite'cher butt. Get'cher paws off my wommin!

George: Umm...

Missy: 'Zact'ly. An Clover issa'sleep.

George: Umm...

Missy: An you're gonna ged your butt bit.

George: (Strikin a smaller figger) Mawmie?

Missy: Maman is downnastairs.

(Habitat wall shakes until opening appears by door-frame. Very small, indignant white nose is thrust through.)

Missy: Dis is nod wookin gud. (calling a little louder) Clover? Kin you heer me, Clover? Your man dere seems to hab designs on comin heer.

George: ( craning to see over Missy) At weast he can't fit fru dat widdle opinin. Ebben if he is onwy four pounds, four pounds ob bunny will nod go fru a half inch ob space.

Missy: He's jus geddin' stawted.

George: (Sitting down in a picturesque kinda way) Oh. So, umm, wike, he's dun dis bifore? (scratches ear wif hind fut)

Missy: ( settling her nether regions against the crack in the door-frame) Quite a bit, ackchually. Gotten preddy gud at'tit.

George: Oh... (examins fut carefully)

Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: Jus slide rite on in heer wike dis (grunt) wiggle a widdle (gasp) gib'er a shub heer (grunt) anna shub on dis side (grunt) Twist a widdle (grunt) Dang! Dat hurted! (gasp) Persistance pays off, I allus say...

George: (abandoning fut-examination for the moment) Missy, I bin meanin to axt you...

Missy: Yes?

George: Well, as I amma smaller, younger, and (louder)as Belinda sed NOT-INTELLYGINT, MUCH YOUNGER bunny...

Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: (GRUNT)

George: Do I ged enny ad-bantanges in dis sitcheyashun?

Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: (GRUNT)

Missy: (listens attentively, then looks at George) Nope.

Mouse: Hold yer ground, Kiddo! Remember she's your womin!

George: Whut?

Hunny: Keep your tail inna corner, Berry Boy! Beebe, you do dis fair, you heer me? I don wanna habba be comin outta heer t'nite an habbin to...

Poet: Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh, OHMIGOSH! CLOVER! WAKE UP! IT'S YOUR MAN!

Nudder Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: ( Snuffle... slubble... sonk... snort...) Beebe? Beebe! Beebe-Bunny, you ged bak heer you stoopit, mono-tracked-brain, Marywand rednek wabbit!

(Furry streak flies through breech in the wall, straight at George. There is a *THUMP*; hay flies, fur fills the air; Clover peers through the crack in the door-post, Missy shifts some in the pootie box to improve her view.)

George: MaaawwwWWWWAAAAaaammmmeeeeeee!

(There is the sound of feets on the stairs)

Hunny: Oh bugger.

Mouse: Kid was doing preddy gud, too.

Clover: (still peering through the crack in the door post) Guess you godda do sumfing, Miss. I mean, can't hab dem seen fightin'.

Missy: Nod wike id's ebben a fite. Just a wotta cirklin' cos George had no cloo, bud you're rite, Maman will come outta hur fur. ( Heaves self off litter box. Interposes self between halves of furry ball on habitat floor.) Bweak id up, you two. Heer comes Maman an DaddyBrian.

(Hoomins burst into the room to find three bunnies lying all inna row...)

DaddyBrian: Good God. Char, look at this.

Maman: What's going on here? Beebe! George! Is anybunny hurt?

DaddyBrian: Dosen't appear so.

Maman: George, what a silly thing to do!

DaddyBrian: Come here Beebe, you little sod. There, go back to your own wife. Now let me fix this door...

Maman: You know, Brian, they were sitting there so nicely with Missy in the middle. Three pretty black and white bunnies and Clover there at the door wanting to join in. They were being so good! Maybe they want to make a fouresome...

Voice Frumma Udder Side Obba Wall: Waid till nexest time, you widdle...

George: ( Strikin' a Low Profile ) Mawmie?

Posted by Our Warren at 3:55 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 13 August 2004 4:13 PM EDT
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Friday, 6 August 2004
Free Range George - Pawt Wun - By George!
Mood:  don't ask

Maman an Dadda just commed home wiffa Lad!

Well axtchually, dey gotted home wast nite, berry wate at nite, budda gud noos issatta Lad is all outta Naby.

Yup. No more yooneeforms, no more obba big jetplanes, no more obba Bloo Angels or dat stuff. He issa Vet-ran. Whutebber dat is.

To be honest wif you, whin Maman an Dadda weft, I didn know whut was goin on. Da houz god rilly, rilly quiet. Dere was no noise attall, just us uppinna Bun Room bein quiet-wike.

An den, I heereda lock downnastairs, an I finked it wuz Maman, bud it wassn'. It wuz Jeff and Sherwin! So I wuz happy to see dem, cos dey gib us tweats!

So dey comes innu da Bun Room an gibs us wadder, an turns onna air condishywasher an gibs us food, an talks to us an gibs us hay.

An Hunny sed, "Watch dis. Dey won't gib me meddysin."

An he wuz rite. Dey didn.

So dey hanged aroun, and den dey wuz gone. Den Jeff comed back an turned offa air condishywasher an id god rilly quiet inna houz agin.

An I wuz sittin dere in my habbytat by myself.

You see, I hadda hole, bud Maman an Dadda sed dat I can't lib wif Missy alla time while dey wuz gone to NOR-FOLKS to gedda Lad, cos Maman wassa 'fraid dat sumfing MITE HAPPIN while she wuz gone.

Maman is allus fraid ob MITE HAPPIN, Bewinda sed. Id's wun offa fings dat skeers her, so Maman's allus takin steps to make shure dat MITE HAPPIN, don't. So dis time, wun obba fings Maman did to make shure dat MITE HAPPIN didn't happin was to pudda piece ob lattice where I had made da hole so I culd ged innu Missy's habbytat so I culdn't ged innu dere.

So I was stuck in my habbytat by myself.

An I was wonewy.

An id takes a wong time to make a hole.

So I called ober to Missy an I sed, "You wanna make anudder hole?"

An she sed, "No."

An I sed, "Howcome?"

"An she sed, "Cos you pootied on my hay."

An I told her dat's whut you're sposed to do, dat after you eet alla hay you want, you pootie onna rest ob it, bud she sed, no, you're sposed to eet alla it an pootie inna pootie-box.

An I sed, well, if you pootie inna pootie box, den you hab no pwace to sleep.

An besides, if you onwy pootie inna pootie-box, den nobunny knows dat you is okkypyin where you are - dey will fink you are onwy okkypyin' da pooty-box if you keep alla pooties inna pooty-box.

An Missy sed dat I amma stoopit BOY . An she *fumped*.

Yeah, well, I know I amma boy. Whut's hur point? An fuddermore, whut's bein a boy godda do wif where you pudda pooties? So I *fumped* back add'er.

So da nextest nite, Jeff an Sherwin comed agin. Anna same stuff happined. An I axted Missy agin if she wanned to make a hole an she sed, "No."

So I sed I didn care, bud rilly, I did. I culd heer dat dere was funder off'inna distance an I don wike funder much. Id shakes da houz an dere is nowhere to hide.

Well, da funder marched ober da sky an id wuz marchin cwoser. An Mouse wuz geddin nerbus. An dere was wisghtnin fwashin inna windoz ebben doh alla bwinds were down.

Now, normally, Maman comes an turns on our wight so dat da wightnin issn so bwight, or Dadda comes an tawks to us or most oftin, dey bof comes innu da Bun Room an we're no By Our Selbes, bud dis time, da houz was tot'wy quiet an we wuz on Our Own.

An unwike da wast Big Funderstorm, dere wuz no Bewinda inna Bun Room.

Anna funder is marchin aroun da sky ober'hed by now.

An I'm in my habbytat geddin bounced aroun byda funder. Id goes *BANG* an I go uppinna air. Den it goes an I go upinna air agin.

An each time I go upinna air, I'm hollerin "Maman!" an my feets is goin, bud Maman's nod comin!

Den dere is ebben more wightning, comin in sheets fru da bwinds an alla'round da winders!

An Mouse hollars oud, "Sid tite!"

An dere issa'nudder fwash ob wightnin an Clober yells oud, "Hang on!"

An Beebe yells, "YO!"

Just assa funder crashes down on us.

An I'm twyin to hang on, onwy dere's nuffin to hang on to an I go bouncin uppina air, an dere's anudder fwash ob wightnin, anna'nudder crash.

So id's wike, bounce-scrabble-bounce anna nextest fing I know, I'm oud inna middle obba Bun Room!

So I don know whut to do.

So I runned ober to where Hunny wuz an squeezed byda hay-bin, bud dere was wightnin back dere. So I dashed off an runned toward Mouse. Jus as I god near him, dere wassa'nudder crash ob funder an I bounced uppina air an wanded nextest to him onna Cedar Chest.

Dat seemed to uppysed a two obba shubbel pans Maman had up dere cos dey wint onna floor wiffa crash, an dere wuz more wighnin.

I'd aboud haddit by dat point, so I pootied - jus wet go rite dere in frunt ob Mouse's pwace, all ober da pwace.

An Mouse yells, "HEY!"

So I god down offa dere rite quick an Missy yells,

"In heer!"

So I taked anudder bounce an wanded in hur habbytat.

An preddy soon, da storm wint aways.

An den Jeff an Sherwin comed back.

An Jeff sed, "Whudda'ell happined in heer? Dis pwace is wrecked!"

An Sherwin sed, "Wook ober heer! Da widdle guy is in wiffa big gurl. Hey, way to go, widdle dude! Wookit ma man dere!"

An I'm finkin, "Maman? Where?"

An den Jeff piked me up.

An he sed, "Wookit, I don fink you're sposed to be in dere, George. You're sposed to be in heer."

An he pud me down in my habbytat!

I'll tell you da west obba stowy tomorry... cos dere is more toit den jus dis...

Yeah, fings ged worser...

Posted by Our Warren at 12:10 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 6 August 2004 12:15 PM EDT
Friday, 30 July 2004
Noo Hole - by George
Mood:  incredulous
So. (As Bewinda wuld say)

I was uppystairs werkin onna hole an singin my song, when I hear Maman onna stairs.

Now she had bin downnastairs inna kitchin doin sumfing else an den suddinwy, she was comin uppastairs, an she's yellin,


So I stopped makin da hole an comed obber to da side obba habbytat to see whut wuz up wif hur.

So she comes innu da Bun Room an she's standin ober da habbytat an she weans down an says to me, reel stern-wike,

"Whut'chu doin, Bunny?"

So I sed, "Makin a hole. Wanna heer da song?"

Bud she piked me up an stawts Forced Pettin. You know whut dat is. Ids when dey hab hold ob you an is pettin your eers, makin dem wie down flat so you can't hear berry gud da way dat you kin when your eers is up an ready to reeceeb.

So I'm sorda hearin impaiwed, an Maman stawts tawkin to me.

An I'm hearin aboud ebbery fird werd, cos she's pettin my ears, an hur hand is cwosin oud most ob whut she's sayin, so I'm hearin, wike dis:

"Doonot" "can't" "whut'chu" anna whole wotta ubber stuff dat don make much more sense den dat. An hur hand is goin And I'm hearing,"doonot", and hur hand goes An den I hear anudder werd, "ebberagin". An hur hand, anna'nudder werd,"orelse". Den back comes da hand an, anna'nudder werd, "Daddased"; and den, "whut'chugonnadoo" "Datsamamasgudboy".

An I'm finkin, "Whutdaheck?"

So I stawt singin my song to myself to pass da time.

Den I ged put down agin on my feets an Maman goes back outta Bun Room door an goes downnastairs.

So I go back to makin da hole.

Den jus as I'm singin atta top ob my boice an werkin rilly hard onna hole, suddinwy, dere's Maman atta Bun Room door agin an she's yellin,


Well, I musta jumped 'bout tin feets inna air.

An Missy snickered.

An I wooked up at Maman wike, "Howdaheck do I know? You had your hand ober my eers most obba time."

So Maman piked me up again. Dis time we goes nose-to-nose.

An Maman says, "Wookit George. I can't be habbin wif dis."

An I'm finkin, "Dat's Bewinda's werds."

An Maman says, "Missy don fink you're bein berry clebber. She doesn't want you to be chewin holes inna..." an dat's when we herd it.

Dat same sound dat I make when I'm makin da hole. Onwy, I'm up inna air, nose-to-nose wif Maman, wif alla my feets offa gwound.

So it can't be me.

An Maman wooks.

An she tucks me unner her arm an she calls Dadda.

An Dadda comes uppastairs.

An Dadda wooks.

An Dadda says, "Bluddy'ell."

An Maman puds me down on my feets inna habbytat an jus turns an stawts walkin away, sayin, "I don beleeb dis. I jus don beleebit! Don wanna beleebit, don tawk to me aboud'dit, I didn see id!"

So I watched dem goin downnastairs fora minit, an den I went ober toda hole an wooked...

An dere's Missy, wif her nose pwessed innu da hole an she's chewin onna lattice, an she's singin,

Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
I'm makin a hole to see Georg-gee!
Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
I'm makin a hole to see Georg-gee!

Posted by Our Warren at 4:01 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 30 July 2004 4:08 PM EDT
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Thursday, 29 July 2004
It Don't Come Easy - By George
Mood:  energetic
Maman is god dis stuf onna 'puter called "musik". Songs onna 'puter. She cliks onna widdle boxes an out comes a song!

Berry nice.

So I twied it, an oud commed a song for me!

"It Don't Come Easy" by some guy called George who is nod me. He hassa sekond name which is "Harrison" which issa berry gud name for sumbun who doesn't sound much wike a bunny onna 'puter.

Whoebber he is, he is rite, id don't come easy at all.

Cos sumtimes, whutebber *it* is, id jus don't go rite frumma get-go, bud dat don't meen dat you gib up onnit.

Or sumtimes whut you're doin bwows up in your face. Or id falls apart. Or you stawt downna wrong paf. Or you ged turned around inna dawk an eet oudda da wrong bowl. Or you ged hextcited an hug da wrong end ob sumbun. Or you ebben hug da wrong sumbun. Or sum bugger fixes uppa hole you were makin.

Stuff happins. Bud id don't meen dat you gib up.

Bewinda sed dat dis is how to ged 'Tellygint: make da mistake once, den wearn frummit. As wong as you don't wake up ded, den you're good to go.

She also sed if I make da same mistake twice, den I'm in danger ob fallin innu da Realm Obba Stoopid Frum Which Dere Is No Hextskape. She sed dat is where Da Terminally Stoopit go to die. She also sed dat, frum whut she culd figger, id is preddy full up wif a wotta hoomins, so bunnies wanna steer cwear obbit.

Bewinda sed dat I hadda wearn Da Roolz in order to become 'Tellygint, too. She sed datta Roolz aren't anywhere dat I kin read dem, or dat dey can be told to me, or dat enny single bun made dem up. Dey are Da Rools ob Nice Behabiour dat make geddin awong easy. She sed I hadda wearn dem, an wearn dem gud.

Dey are nod easy rools.

Da Furst wun seems to be: Do Nod Embarass Udders.

An I fink dat I bwoke dat wun yestidday when I twied moobin in wif Missy.

You see, I sort ob got off onna wrong end ob fings.

Bud I was so hextcited dat I fit fru da hole! Id was my hole! Da wun dat I had made while I was singin my widdle "Makin A Hole" song!

I squeezed fru da hole! I Fitted!

So da furst fing I did was gwab Missy by da hed...

Yeah. An embarassed hur.

Dadda came an pikt me up an pud me back in my own habbytat an cwosed up my hole.

So, I felt a widdle bad aboud dat. An I sulked fora widdle.

An den I finked to myself, "George, dat is preddy stoopit. You made a mistake. Dis is whut Bewinda was tawkin aboud. Makin mistakes an owinin up an geddin 'Tellygint."

So I sed to Missy dat I was sorry for habbin 'barassed hur.

An she sed, "Hope you wearned your wesson."

An I sed, "I did."

So den I herd dis song dis mawnin on Maman's 'puter, an I realise dat, yeah, fings do happin, bud it's nodda end obba werld. Missy is worf keepin on werkin for.

So I'm back to makin a noo hole.

An Maman is readin a wotta stuff onna puter, too. She's bin berry sad watewy, an quiet, bud she's godda BIG PROJEK Bewinda's gibbin hur. An you know howit is wif fings Bewinda gibs you - can't ignore dem.

An Maman issn leebin PetBunny, eidder. Bud she won't be typin much, just quietly sendin bibes, an prayers, an widdle notes now an den.

Bud I godda ged to werk onna Hole.

I know id's gonna be a wong job. Bud dis time I'm gonna do it rite when I ged it done. I will nod get ober-hextcited an fortyged Da Roolz ob Gud Behabiour. I will be a Mannerwy Bunny-Boy.

Wike dat GeorgeHarrison guy sed,

Id Don't Come Easy...
You know id just ain't easy!

(Sing id wif me now!)

Hafta pay your dues
If you wanna sing da bloos
An you know id don't come easy
You don habba shout
Or leap aboud
An you know id jus ain't easy...

Posted by Our Warren at 11:44 AM EDT
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Wednesday, 28 July 2004
mmmmMMMOOOOOooommmm!!!! - By Missy
Mood:  rushed

Missy Heer... *pant-pant-pant* Wookit, I can't pause budda minit cos.... oh drat...


You see, dis pesky Babby George frum nextest store... *pant-pant-pant* You know dat song he maked up?

Makin a hole
Makin a hole
Makin a hole to see Miss - ee...

Yeah. Dat wun. Well, *pant-pant* he done it - made a hole an he done it. He's here, seein me an I don't wike it!

Aw geez!

**Skitter - Slide - Skitter**
**Muffled yell: Gerroffa me, you stoopit bunny-boy or I'm gonna pop you innu a middle ob nextest week!

Beebe-Bunny: (Pop-thump-Pop-thump) YO! Maman! (Pop-thump-Pop-thump) YO! Dadda! Da Kid's in wif wunna my wimmins!! (Pop-Thump-Pop-Thump)


Id's nod dat I don wike da Babby. If I didn't wike him, I culd hurt him if I wanted to. I mean wookit, I'mma big bunny girl - an you shaddup, Beebe-Bunny! - by ennybunny's estymashun, bud I pwomised Belinda dat I wuld help take care obba kid an ebberyfing, so I will. Bud dis beats ebberyfing.

Now I don't blame da kid for bein skeert. We had bad Funderstorms alla wast nite. Just sheets ob wightnin twyin to ged innu da winders. Ebben Hunny nodised an dat's preddy rare, cos he don see gud ad all. Maman an Dadda wuz up-al-nite, wanderin aroun, so who wuldn't be skeert?

Dis sekond-floor biznezz is gweat onna nise day wiffa breezes bwowin fru an all, bud id sux inna Funderstorm whenna wightnin is twin to ged inna winders, anna Funder is shakin da floors. No pwace feels safer den unnergwound, ebben doh we know dat dis issas safe as unnergwound ebben doh id's uppinda air. Sumtimes knowin is as bad as bein.

So I didn't mind lyin next toda kid inna habbytat. I lied nextest to him an poked my nose in fru da hole he made an jus gen'rally wet him know dat he wassn't OnAlone. Jus wike Belinda usta do wif me.

Bud I didn't tell him id was hokay to moob in wif me!

Whutda....oh pooties! **Skitter** Yikes!! **Skitter**


****** THUMP ******




I hab SO haddit. Dis widdle idji-it has godda noo song an I'm nod ebben gonna 'barrass myself by singin id to you. He finks he'ssa 'mazin Widdle George - He sings! He gwooms! He's god berries! Hhe'ssa Wun-an-Onwy-Orig'nal-Gurl-Bun-Candy!


Oh good - Dadda feets onna stairs... I am SABBED!!!

Now, you, George... Ged out! Ged out, gedout, gedoutgedoutgedout - an GED OUT!!!






Fanks, Dadda.


***Small voice heard from next-door***
Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
Makin a hole to see Miss-ee!
Makin a hole...
Makin a hole...
I'm makin a hole to see Miss-ee!


Belinda, I know you allus knowed best - cos you telled me dat oftin enuf - bud I godda axt you wun fing... where onna Earf did you ged dis kid frum?!?!

Posted by Our Warren at 8:57 AM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, 28 July 2004 9:00 AM EDT
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Tuesday, 27 July 2004
A Blog Frumma Furst Spot! - Miss Nikita Bunn Kennedy!
Frum George: We gotted Anudder guest! Dis is impawtant, cos id issa guest blog frumma Furst Spot, Miss Nikita Bunn Kennedy! An she issa Inkwish Spot Rabbit, jus wike Bewinda! I am berry honoured. So heer id is, jus wike she typed id, in hur berry own werds:
When a rabbit is hurting, dey do stuff dat's not berry pretty.
Sometimes dey make messes. Sometimes dey ebben bite da people an'
rabbits dey wike, just becuz dey are upset and confoozled.

I fink dere's been some ob dat goin' round da Inner-Net recently.

Wookit, we are all well-ackwainted wif da reallity dat life iz not
fair. Dere's a whole heapin' wot about it dat izzen't fair. It
izzen't fair wot happens to rabbits in dis country, and it ain't rite
eidder. All rabbits deserb humane treatment, decent libbin'
condishuns, and a chance atta Good Life. An' dere's so many dat
don't get it.

*heavy sigh*

And da numbers are not in our fabor atta moment, neither. Rabbits
hab an uphill struggle aginst people who fink ob us as 'stuff'. What
are we useful for? How can dey use us for dere own bennyfit?!?

Sum fink dat dere God made them so great and speshul, dat dey are
better den us, and dere-fore get to 'use us'. To put it mildly,

Tankfully, dey are not da only ones out dere. Sum are good people -
dey tink dat dere God made dem smart enough to respekt us. Dey tink
dat dey hab been giben da grace to be gentle, and da power, ebben if
it is limited, to help us.

Dey are dat ones dat we all should be grateful for. If da last of
dere kind is ebber seen to depart from dis earth, we can all kiss our
tails goodbye - cause when dey have exploited all dere is to exploit
on paws and hooves an' feathers an' fins, dey'll go after all dey hab
left - da hoomins unhappy enuf to remain in dere comp'ny.

Savin' da world izzent easy and no one can do it alone. It's wike
Bewinda usta tell me, "NoBunny OnAwone."

You gotta hab some faith in odder people. Don't you fink dat dey
want to help? Don't you imagine dat dey mite feel bad about what dey
can't do? It's easy to be happy about baby bunnies, for example, and
dat news is easy to share. It's nebber easy to be happy about one's
own limitations, and it's not easy at all to share dat kinda stuff.
If you fink odder people aren't doing sumfing rite, or aren't doing
sumfing dey should, fink about dis before you decide what you wanna
say to dem - scolding dem obber sumfing dey just cannot do is wike
rubbing their nose in dere plight. Dey are aware of what dey can't
do. Perhaps dey were hoping not to pubwicize da matter 'cuz dey
don't wike to adbertise dere troubles, but den you go making a Big
Deal obber it...

I fink dere are sum people who hab no faith in anyone else. Dey fink
dat Dey Must Sabe Da World, All-OnAlone.

'Scuse me for bein' da worm inna apple here, but dat's a bit ego- tistikal.

Wookit, sum obba Bestest Minds around da PLANET spend ebbery day
trying to do dis, and dey hab been trying for years. If dey can't do
it wif wike a hundred thousand hours spent onnit already, you're not
gonna get it done obbernite, neither.

Da animal holocaust dat goes on day by day is wike a forest fire,
see - no one person is gonna stop da whole fire. Not ebben a big
strong person wif a great big helly-chopter an' a billion dollars can
do it on dere own.

It takes a team ob people. And ebben den, some trees still burn.

Da way I see it, a wotta people ain't gotta helly-chopter. Dey
*KNOW* dat if dey did dey could save a whole lot more trees, and dat
would be sucha great thing! But all dey hab is a little shovel. And
da biggest injustice ob all is, sumtimes da person wif da helly- chopter doesn't wanna help. So, sooo many trees dat oughta get
saved, don't... and da trees dat are burnt can't ebber be brought
back. ==:(

Da fing is, you can't just sit down and stare at da empty forest and
cry obber da ashes forebber. (I mean, you gotta do dat sumtimes - if
you don't do dat at weast some ob da time, you'll end up doing
sumting else in its place dat might be worse.) But you HAFTA PICK
after yoo get dat one tree saved today, you could start diggin' a
trench in front ob a second one so dat it hassa chance too. Or you
can save da one tree, an' den go out to da village an' try to find
sumbody to help ya dig ebben more trenches tomorrow.

Don't ebber, ebber throw alla shovels in da fire because dey aren't
helly-chopters. Da handles will all burn off, and den when you need
dem da most so you can save ebben one tree, dey won't be dere to help
as ebben a little shovel always can.

Ebben if a person's only got da little shovel, dey can still help.
Sometimes dey can make phone calls for dere local rescue
organizashun, or dey can show up atta rescue one day a month and
clean cages. Sometimes an hour spent wiffa diggy-tal camera can be
da thing dat gets a rabbit's life saved, because somebody might see
da picture online and realized dat is DERE bunny dat dey NEED at dere
home. Most people can give a little time to give sumbunny a wot
*more* time. When dey do stuff wike dis, it's wike replanting da
forest one seed atta time.

It would be very expensive to replant a forest wif full-grown oaks
and maples. Not a whole lotta trees would get planted. So dey plant
little trees, sometimes ebben *seeds* dat are so small no one know if
dey will ebben grow.

Issit worf it? Well, what kinda future can you expect if dey don't
ebben TRY?

Please, find a little time dis month to plant a seed and use a
shovel. Ebben if you can't do ennyfing big, its gonna hafta be a
team effort for dis.

NoBunny OnAlone. Rite? Rite.

Posted by Our Warren at 7:01 AM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 27 July 2004 7:12 AM EDT
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Monday, 26 July 2004
Nobunny Wants Anudder Bunny - By George
Mood:  quizzical
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.

Posted by Our Warren at 9:16 AM EDT
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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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