Mood: don't ask
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Topic: Movin' On!
Well, I might as well admit it. I have been a naughty George.
Maman said that I have to "Own up."
Hunny said that it wassa case of "Youthful Stoopidity".
Mouse said, "Don't expect me to cover for you, mate."
And Beebe said it was so cool, we'll have to do it again sumtime.
That's before Maman chased him back into his habitat again today, and gave him "A Good Talking To."
Hey, I only got a "Lecture"! Which is less severe.
It all happened yesterday.
Yesterday started off preddy good. I'd been at werk on some more of those holes and this time, I managed to finally squeeze outta one. Not bad. I can get really skinny when I wanna.
So I went over to Beebe's habbytat and showed him where I'd previously chewed a hole for him that Dadda hadn't managed to quite close off. Well, Beeb got all hextcited and knocked the door-post loose.
That's not my fault. I didn't know he was gonna stand back and take a run at it, did I?
Well, the sun was shining.
That's it. The sun was shining, and Maman was downnastairs habbin coffee with Dadda and they were talkin about going to some hospiddle or something, and Phil wasn't awake and nuthing was going on. And the Beeb and I were Two Rabbits Lookin For Adventure.
Okay, so we were only looking in the Bun Room, but it's a good-sized room.
And the sun was shining and it was a preddy nice day, and there was this bale of hay that was sitting there onna middle of the floor.
Now you have to unnerstand about hay.
Hay comes in big box-shapes called bales. They are tied with string, which keeps them togedder.
Until you bite through the string.
Then they kinda fall apart, all ober. Then you can dig inn'em. And tunnel. And eat. And binky. And eat. And roll. And pull'em apart. And sort of run-really-fast-without-geddin-anywhere's. And then dig some more. And eat.
And after awhile of this, Beeb said, "I'm gonna go visit Missy."
And I'm like, "Hold on, Dood. That's MY womin."
And Missy's like, "Who you callin your womin? I'm my own womin! Get outta here, Beebe-Bunny!!"
And then Clover comes over to where the door-post is leaning and she starts with a good-sized *thump*, and hollars, "Beebe-Bunny!! You get home here this instant!"
And she comes outta her habbytat to see what's going on.
And here I'm inna big pile of hay, and the sun is shining, you know, and there goes Beebe, into see Missy!
Well, Hunny looks over and says, "Uh oh." and goes back to eating his hay.
So I tried a *thump* to warn Beebe that visiting in my habbytat was a bad idea, but with the hay and all, it was preddy feeble. So I rushed over to my habbytat just as Beeb went in through the same hole that I came out of.
But Beeb is a fast li'l guy, him being a Hot-Tot, which is really just a black-tipped version of a white Netherlands Dwarf, and so he and I did a three-sixty around the habbytat, with Missy-inna-middle.
Which she didn't like.
And Mouse is lookin on from his habbytat onna clothes-press, and he says, "You two make an awful racket. Can't you keep it down?"
And then Missy *THUMPED*.
Now she is one big gurl; feet like paddles. So when she *thumps*, it's got authority innit.
And Beeb jumped about a mile and just about met up with Clover who was at that moment hauling her generously-sized-and-nicely-tailed rear-sections over the side of my habbytat.
They were surprised. In passing.
So I ducked out the hole, went over the hay-pile and caught up with Beebe in his habbytat.
And then a bunch of things happend all at once:
Mouse shouted, "Maman!"
I heared feets onna stairs.
Dadda shouted, "Bugger!"
and there was this dead-calm voice that cut through everything, and just froze me, solid, to the floor:
And suddenly I was up inna air, nose to nose with Maman.
And she said, "Look at this mess!"
So I looked and she's up to her knees in hay.
And she said, "Did you do this?"
Now what do you think?
You do not go nose-to-nose with Maman and lie. You fold back your ears, wiggle your nose and look at your toes which are almost going up your nose anyway. Even better if you can blush, but with fur, it's hard.
So I gotta "Lecture".
About being Honest.
About taking Responsibility.
About Owning Up.
While Dadda cut pieces of lattice work and plugged up alla my holes and fixed Beebe's door post and carried Clover back to her habbytat, Maman told me her "Lecture".
Then we all had to sit in our habbytats while Maman tried her hand at sweeping alla hay.
A pile of hay is a lot bigger than a bale.
Then Maman gave out raisins, because she said we all Had Learned Our Lesson.
Hunny said he knew the lesson already but was always up for raisins.
And then Maman picked me up again.
"Is George sorry?" she asked me.
Well, look at it from my point of view.
On the down-side, I got a "Lecture".
But on the plus-side:
1. I had fun in the hay.
2. I played outside my habbytat for a good almost-hour.
3. I played chase with Beebe.
4. I had a raisin snack.
5. The sun was shining.
I folded back my ears, looked at my toes and tried to blush or something, then lifted up my chin and kissed Maman onna nose.