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Sunday, 20 March 2005
Food of Choice
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Do a Little Dance!
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Do a widdle dance...ged a widdle anudder widdle dance...gedda'nudder widdle treat...

Do you know you can rilly, seiously upsetta dawg just by doin' dat?

Oh yeah!

You can also seriously piss offa cat da same way, lemme tell you!

Do a widdle a cute widdle George...ged a widdle anudder widdle dance...gedda'nudder widdle treat...

An do you know datta Big White Box inna room heer wif us is just FULL ob treats?

Yeah. Maman an Dadda went toda Mawket.

Dey bought a bag ob appuls.
Dey bought a bag ob gwapes.
Dey bought a tub ob raisins.
Dey bought a bag ob carrots.
Dey bought a hunnert bags ob veggies...

Well, hokay, notta hunnert but it wooks wike it.

Anna catz anna Dawg got - (oh my, dis is too good) - Dey got cans!

Now issn't dat too bad?

Anna Dawg gotta box ob Dawg cookies anna catz gotta one widdle bag ob yucky-smellin' cat-treats (onna'count obba fackt dat dey are BOF too fat!).

But as ushual, da Bunnies made out wike bandits.

Oh a widdle dance...gedda widdle treat...

Now da Dawg can't dance. He can do a wotta udder stuff, wike guard da basemint steps soda catz can't follow Dadda down dere, an' he can herd da catz outta da Bun Room; an' he can fetch a ball an' pick up dropped stuff an' gib it back an' tell who is atta door whenna bell rings, an' tell Maman datta phone is ringin' (wike she don't know? geez!) An' he can moob Maman downnastreet an stop atta crossing places, an go visitin' at places, an gib you his paw, an' sit, stay, lie down, an' alla dat Doggie Stuff, but he can't dance... he don't ged alla treats wike I do.

He gets treats for goin' out inna yard at nite an for "breakfasts" inna mornin'.

But all I gotta do is dance, dance, dance!

Anna catz, bein' catz, don't do ennyfing, cept sit aroun' an wail dat dey aren't geddin' stuff.

So dey get treats mainly to shut dem up.

An all I gotta do is Dance!


An' you'll notice who gets alla good stuff - da Bunnies.

We ebben gotta whole bale ob hay out onna porch, anna Big Bag ob pellets, inn'adishon to alla that stuff dat comes frumma mawkit inna Big White Box.

Who makes Maman laff?
Da Bunnies!
Who makes Maman smile?
Da Bunnies!
Who gets alla good stuff?
Da Bunnies!
Who issa most impawtant inna houz?
Da Bunnies! (You bedder belieb it!)

An' all we godda do is dance, dance, dance!

An I am a good dancer, too! I can cirkul left an' I can cirkul rite, an' I can stand on my tippy-toes an waggle my ears atta same time! Oh yeah!

Watch me now!

Dance, dance, dance...gedda widdle a'nudder widdle dance...gedda'nudder widdle treat...

An all Missy has gotta do issa ear-lift now an den an' she gets a widdle treat, too. Den Clover will shuffle ober an do a widdle hop-stretch-hop, an' she gets a treat! An' whenna Beeb doesn't bite, he gets a treat, an Mouse gets one just so he don't feel left out!

Do we hab a racket goin' on heer or whut?

Yeah... I enjoy bein' a...*hop-binky-slide*...BUN!

Posted by Our Warren at 1:05 PM EST
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Saturday, 19 March 2005
Just Another Day In Paradise
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: We Are Family
Topic: The Next Generation
Well, it's still goin' on.

We moobed, but it's still not cleer 'zactly whut dis is ennymore.

You wuld fink dat afta habbin libbed through the Furst Generation ob Our Warren, da Dawg anna Catz wuld unnerstand alla'boud libbin wif House Bunnies. But no, ebberyfing is still all confusion an consternashun.

Da collie Dawg says we're pawt ob his Pack. You wanna seeda Dawg? Heer is his pickchur.

Da catz say we are pawt ob dere Chowder.

We bunnies say dey are Alla Us Togedder pawt ob Our Warren.

Anna Dawg says he issa Top Dawg inna Pack.
An Cokie-da-Fat-Cat says he issa Top Cat inna Chowder.

An I, George, amma Top Bun inna Warren, but dat is only if Mouse an Beeb bof agree, which is not alla time (onna count ob us habbin dees pee-wars now an den dat seems to bodder Maman. She says we are "Stinky Boyz" an den she geds outta mega-stinky Swiffer thingie dat Phil-da-Lad gots for her. An' she says WE stink!).

Heer issa pickchur ob me:

Bud ennyway... dere seem to be way too menny fings to belong to an too menny "Top" dis an dats.

And just to complykate fings furder, Maman an Dadda are in the whole mix, an mostly wiffoud knowin' aboud it which is Hoomins all ober. They ushally don't realise much until it hits 'em ober da hed like a tonne ob bricks.

You see, frumma Dawg's point-ob-view, Dadda is rilly the Top Dog inna Pack, which makes him whut is called, "Da Alpha Male". So, inna Dawg's view, dat makes Maman da "Alpha Female".

Conseequently, our Collie Dawg sees himself assa "Number One Sub-dominant Male", which means (Lemme see if I hab dis rite) dat he is second only to Dadda, an don't take orders frum ennybunny 'cept Daddy or Maman, and geds to eat furst afta Dadda an Maman, which is bifore enny catz, who are lower down onna scale ob Dawg HigherArchy.

Dawgs is berry organised.

Dawgs also hab "jobs" an dis is where we bunnies come in.

We are da Dawg's Primary Job. A'course, nobunny axted us, an we shure didn't axt to be pawt ob his Job, but heer we are...and dis is mainly cossa Maman. She has somehow let da Dawg know dat we hab to be protekted at all times. Dis means dat NO ONE can come innu da Bun Room wiffout da permisshun obba Dawg - and dat means dey habba axt Maman furst, or else da Dawg will chase dem out. Dis does not inclood Dadda, who, as Alpha Male, can do ennyfing he wants, except hurt Maman. If Maman geds hugged, denna Dawg hasta ged inna middle an protekt Maman. It's pawt ob his Job, too.

So Dawg society issa whole lot dif'runt an more complykated frum Rabbit Soceity.

Den dere is Cat Society which is also diffrunt frum an more complykated ebben den Dawg society.

Cossa catz fink ebberyfing inna whole werld belongs to them. If they can see it, it's their's an they can claim it. An so dey divide uppa houz between dem wiffoud conslutin da Dawg who finks da whole werld belongs to them.

Well, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat says he issa Tom, which means dat he gets to select fings furst wiffa permission obba Queen who is da Stoopit Cat who Maman calls "Beep" cos she hasn't told us her name yet.

Now dis Queen cat has been libbin heer for a long time, an Cokie didn't ebben know aboud her when Maman and Dadda brought him heer. He knew aboudda Dawg, cossa Dawg had been to visit Cokie in Cokie's houz, but now Cokie was comin to lib wiffa Dawg inna Dawg's houz, so alla Roolz were dif'frunt. An den Cokie discubbered da Stoopit Cat libbin uppastairs.

Well, dey were muchually surprised to see each udder, anna Dawg was like to habba fit cos he knew he was out-numbered two to one. So he fitted "Catz" innu his werld-view unnerneaf ob "rabbits", an put dem innu his Pack wiffoud realisin' dat dey were puttin him innu dere Chowder somewhere unnderneaf "rabbits" assa point-ob-innerest.

An as far assa Catz are conserned, we rabbits are funny-wookin catz. Cokie hadda run-in wif Belinda oncet, so he knows dat you don't ged close to rabbits unless you wike bein' hed-butted acrosst da floor. I fink he told Da Stoopit Cat alla'boud it, cos she don't ged up to wook at us, but she does try to come innu da Bun Room to take our hay. Why she wants our hay issa mystery, but she does - and dis alarums da Dawg who is protektin' us as pawt ob his Job.

Budda Catz don't seem to fink we need protecktin', an nedder do we. I mean, rilly, Belinda told me whut to do aboudda catz:

Furst you *thump* to warn 'em, an if they don't listen, you *honk*. If that still don't werk, you lower you hed and charge full-speeds atta middle obba cat, an' plough rite innu 'em. Then they gedda message as they are rollin acrosst da floor: don't mess wiffa rabbits. Missy sed also datta bite-onna-nose will werk wonders at improvin' cat memories aboud why dey shuldn't mess wif rabbits. Now heer issa pickchur obba Cokie-da-Fat-Cat:

At enny rate, we don't need Dawgs, rilly, but if da Collie Dawg wants to be pawt obba Warren, well, we kin find a pwace for him assa cushion, or wind-break, or shade. We don't need protekshun an we aren't an employmint oppertunity, eidder, an we shure don't need to be barked at, snuffled or sneezed ober.

We are Our Warren, Alla Us Togedder, NoBunny OnAlone.

So which pawt ob dis can't enny obba three ob dem unnerstand?

Awww, geez... now da Dawg is barkin inna Sittin' Room! An dere goes Maman to sort him oud... an heer comes a cat, runnin'...anna Dawg, chasin', an Maman, scurryin...I fink I herd sumfing go "crash" - nope, dat wassa TeeBee turnin' on - Cokie-da-Fat-Cat has sat onna Remote again...

Anudder day in Paradise...

-------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:18 AM EST
Updated: Saturday, 19 March 2005 11:26 AM EST
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Friday, 18 March 2005
Spring is Sprung
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: The Bim Song
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Well, it wooks to me like Spring is almost heer.

The sun is gettin' warmer. The trees seem to be wantin' to hab buds on'em. The grass almost smells like growin'.

A'course, if we libbed out-of-doors like wildbunnies, then we'd know alla'boud Spring an' whether or not it was onna'way, cos it would be a 'portant isshoo an' all, but we are Housebunnies, so it's not all that anna bag ob chips, as Dadda says. In udder werds, it's 'portant, but it's not important like life-or-death when you lib indoors assa Urban Rabbit.

In fact, the onliest reason that it's 'portant for us to know if it's Spring or not is cos if it rilly is Spring, then we habba sing The Bim Song.

Now, furst, bifore we sing it, I godda tell you sumfing aboudda Bim Song, which was furst told to me by Hunny who wassa Oldest Libbin Rabbit in Our Warren until he went toda Rainbow Bridge on Number Five Janyooary, Two-thousand, five, Year ob Our Lord, when he was Thirteen anna Half years old, which is berry old fora rabbit. An he wassa Elder ob His Peebles, which is Alla Us Togedder in Our Warren.

But we just called him Hunny an' he knowed a whole lotta fings, an' Belinda Bunny told him to teach me alla stuff dat he knowed. So he did.

And dis is whut I learned aboud Bim:

Bim was Maman's Dadda. An he wassa Perfesser ob Science Eddykayshun an Organic Chemistry.

His real name wasn't "Bim", it was "Bill", but when Maman's kidlets, Beffy an Phil-the-Lad were liddle, they culdn't say "L's", an dey sed "M's" insted. So when dey herd Maman's mawmie call her Dadda, she wuld call, "Bill! The children are heer!" an den da children wuld call afta her, "Bim! We's heer!" Just wike dat.

An so dey allus called him "Bim" an so did we.

So Bim wassa teacher, bud he also singed songs and telled a lotta stories toda kids dat he teached. And when he got older and stopped teachin' kids, he usta come ober to Maman's house to hab coffee an' to talk to her, an to seeda bunnies, anna dawgs, anna catz. He liked annymals a wot. He ebben hadda dawg at his houz, but nebber enny catz (smawt man!) an nebber enny bunnies (dat is sad) cos Maman's mawmie didn't wike bunnies (which is stoopit).

So ennyways, he usta come to see Maman most days an hab coffee which he didn't get much ob at his houz onna'count obba fakt dat Maman's mawmie didn't wike coffee.

An' onna furst warm day, he wuld come inna houz an sing a song 'boud "Spring", and sure enuf, afta he sang da song, it wuld be Spring an alla cold Winter wuld go away anna flowers wuld come up frumma ground, anna grass wuld grow, anna trees wuld bud. Dere mite still be some cold nites, and dere mite ebben be a frost or so, but almost alla Winter wuld be gone until da nextest year. All becos obba song dat he sang.

And den one day he went toda Rainbow Bridge. He went inna Autumn Time, when menny fings go toda Bridge. An' afta he left, an for a long time, dere was Winter inna houz.

An den one day, Belinda Bunny sed toda rest obba Warren, "Dere is too much Winter heer."

Now Belinda wassa Top Bun inna Warren an she culd see dat dere was Winter alla'round inna houz, an alla'round outside, too. An dere was too much Winter in Maman, too.

An Belinda sed datta bunnies wuld habba do sumfing aboud alla Winter dat was around.

An Hunny sed, "We need to sing Da Bim Song to make da Wnter go away."

So he an Belinda teached da song dey had herd Bim sing to ebberybunny inna Warren. An' den they got Alla Us Togedder to sing it.

Anna Winter went away frumma outdoors, an frumma houz an frum Maman. An berry soon, Phil came home frumma Naby on sumfing called "Leeb" an ebberyfing was hokay.

So da nextest year, Alla Us Togedder inna Warren sang The Bim Song as soon as Belinda sed it was Spring, anna Winter went away again.

And not too long afta that, I came into Our Warren.

An' then Belinda an Hunny went to da Rainbow Bridge.

So now it's time again. You see, dere is too much Winter in dis houz again. I kin see it in Maman just like Belinda sed, and it is time for it to go.

It's time for alla cold to go away. Time forda flowers to wake up inna garden. Time forda grass to begin growin. Time forda trees to hab buds on'em.

An here is me, George, wiffoud Belinda, an wiffoud Hunny an' wif too much Winter hangin' ober dis houz, an ober dis garden an ober our Maman.

So I fink dat mebbe it's time for The Bim Song to be sung in dis Warren.

The sun is stronger.
The snow is melted.
The outside smells softer.
It is time.

So heer it is, The Bim Song sung by Alla Us Togedder at Our Warren:

Spring is Sprung!
Da grass is riz!
I wonder where
Da birdies is?

------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:14 PM EST
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Thursday, 17 March 2005
New Apawtmints
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Here Comes the Sun
Topic: Movin' On!

Well, you wouldn't believe it.

We have new homes.

We are moving UP inna werld.

Now, Belinda Bunny told me that when you are "wun foot offa ground, you gots no pwace to go but up". So I guess she also told this to Maman an' Dadda, and these new habbytats are their idea ob movin' UP.

Cos we are def-in-et-ly now onna UP side ob fings.

I mean, I am now on nose-level wiffa Collie-dawg.

Yup. He and I now see eye-to-eye, ebbery morning.

It's like this:

We inna Warren wake up when it is still offishully Dark. That's when rabbits wake up to start the day - at the tail-end of Dark, just before Light.

We wake up the Sun.

It's an impawtant job, cos without us, the Sun wouldn't know it was time to rise and shine.

So all ober da werld, bunnies wake up and stawt habbin their breakfasts inna Dark. And as we're habbin our breakfasts, da Sun hears us munchin' and makin' all kinds ob noise, an wakes up and begins risin' which means that the stars begin to go to bed - one by one. If you look outta window, you can see the stars fadin out as they leave the sky an' cuddle unnerneaf ob their cloud-blankies to go to sleep - an then, as the stars leave, well, Here Comes The Sun.

So the stars go to sleep, an the sun is rising, an the bunnies are munchin and makin' noises, habbin' breakfast.

Now for us housebunnies, breakfast is mostly hay and sum pellets an wadder frum Our Crocks.

Now some bunnies are Sippers, like Beebe. They take liddle drinks ob wadder and then wander off, but some bunnies are like my MissyBun and they are Tankers. They only drink once or twice a day, but when they drink, lemme tell you, they drink! They get nose-down inna crock an' don't come up forebber, an alla time, their tummies is gurglin' and squeekin' an ebben poppin' almost - as they fill up wif wadder. You nebber heared nuffin' wike it!

Belinda could make more noise drinkin wadder on her own den almost ennybunny I knowed - cept Missy. An Missy issa champion noise-maker when it comes to drinkin' wadder. She slurps, she squeeks, she burbles, she pops, she laps; she makes all kinds ob noises - an just so dat she can wake uppa Sun. It's her job an' she does it well.

But Missy's tummy also wakes uppa Dawg.

That's the Thing aboudda dawg - he hears ebberyfing. It's like his ears have scoops on'em, so he can scoop up alla sounds inna house at nite.

So he hears MissyBun drinking, tanking up on wadder, an out he comes frumma bedroom where Maman an Dadda are sleepin' to see whut alla noise is aboud.

And the noise is Missy, drinkin'.

So the Sun is wakin up an spreadin out all ober da sky like melted budder, an heer comes da dawg to see whut's up wif Missy's tummy.

But he hardly geds innu the kitchin, before he realises dat he's hearin wadder - and you know whut that does to a dawg who has been asleep alla nite long... makes him bemember that he hasn't gone toda bafroom inna wong, wong time.

Now for sum reazon, dawgs don't hab pooty-boxes. Cats do, an bunnies do, but not dawgs. Dawgs hab "yards" outside obba back-door that they "patrol" and that's where they habba pooty-place. I know this cossa Dawg told me.

So the Dawg comes innu the kitchin an looks at us, an he hears Missy gurgling, an bemembers that he hasta go "Outside".

Well, there's a babygate, an he's not 'lowed ober it wiffout Maman or Dadda. Besides, he don't hab 'posable thumbs to opin the door. So he's stuck.

Now before, when we were only wun foot offa ground, he didn't pay us much 'tenshun. Now dat we are inna new apawtmints, and are on eye-level wif him, it's like he's made a discobbery an we're it.

"Bunnies, I needa go outside."

And him an' me wook at each udder, an I wook atta udder bunnies an shurg, because we don't have 'posable thumbs eidder, and that door is locked up tighter than a cat's butt.

So I tell da dawg, "Lookit, Dawg, you gotta go getta hoomin."

And Mouse *thumps* because that's his way of callin' to Maman.

But a Maman asleep issa Maman who is gonna stay dat way. Dere is no use in callin Maman when she's sleepin', cos she goes deaf when she's asleep.

Then sumfing goes "click" onna counter inna kitchin an it starts to rain coffee inna pot onna counter.

Anna Dawg wooks atta pot wiffa coffee raining down innit an wags his tail a widdle in a berry werried way. Cos now he's not only hearing Missy wiffa wadder, he's hearin' rain inna coffee-pot.

"Dadda's gonna come?" He axts hopefully.

So I shake my head an flap my ears around, an Missy goes on drinkin', wif her tummy making more squeeks an' bubbles.

Anna Dawg opins his mouf an grins an stawts to pant a widdle.

"I godda go out soon."

An' I'm finkin', Oh geez, he's gonna stawt dat high-pitched peepin' dat collies do. So I sed to him, "Don't wook at me. I can't help you, Dawg."

Anna Dawg stawts whinin', "I gotta see if my yard is okay. See iffa squirrels is innit, an if dere wassa'nudder dawg innit, an if my pooty-spot is still mine, an iffa fence is all okay, an..."

"So why don't you go get Dadda?" asks Mouse and he *thumps* again, cos he can't stand the whinin' enny more than I can.

An Missy's still tankin up on wadder...lap, lap, lap, bubble, bubble, squeek, squeek...

Anna Dawg is beginning to wook a widdle desprit.

"Can your missus, um, stop, um, wiffa wadder?" The Dawg axts me.

An I'm wike, "Er, no. She's tankin up forda day an wakin uppa sun."

Anna Dawg is crossin' his paws now an wavin' his tail all around, an' then he trots off, fru da dining room, an downnahall.

An I can hear him go innu da bedroom where Maman an Dadda are sleepin.

Den I hear Dadda.

Den I hear da Dawg sneeze.

Den I hear Dadda again, an he's not happy.

"For hebbin's sake, Dawg!"

And den out dey bof come downnahall, fru the dining room, fru da kitchin, an Dadda opins da baby-gate anna dawg comes dancin' through.

Then Dadda pushes da button that makes The Box say things (like, "The Alarm Is Off", aldoh it has sed udder fings, like "Doors and Windows On" and onct it sed, "Unauthorized Entry" when Dadda fortygot to push sum buttons an Maman started yellin' an Dadda was runnin' around, wooking for his keys an stuff. It was preddy funny. Dat box is sumfing, lemme tell you.).

And den Dadda opined da door anna Dawg shot outside wike his tail was on fire.

An Dadda watched him for a minit an den wooked at me an sed, "Buggerit." Which issa werd he learned frum Hunny. I don't know whut it means, but Hunny sed it a lot.

An Dadda pushed Our Curtains aside frum Our Window, and there wassa Sun, just peekin' fru the trees.

An I nudged Missy an she wooked up, too, wiffa drop ob wadder on her cute widdle nose.

"Did I do it?" She axt me.

And I sed she had.

An' she sed, "Good. 'Bout time the Sun waked up. Cos I'm almost oberflowin wif wadder."

Which issa troof, cos when she walked, she waddled, wif her tummy swingin' back and forf. But dat's the fing aboud Missy - she sure knows how to wake uppa Sun.

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 10:10 AM EST
Sunday, 20 February 2005
Biological Diversity
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Insecurity Rains!
Topic: Movin' On!

Wow. Hoomins only hab two hands. Dey are rilly challenged when it comes down to bein' annymuls.

It's too bad that they don't hab enuf 'pendanges, you know? Cos it seems like dey gots too much to do, an don't hab da 'quipmint to do it wif.

Wike dis mornin'.

Ebberyfing was preddy quiet, an I was habbin sum hay, wike Hunny teached...taught me, anna Fat Cat, whose name is Cokie, comed...came out toda gate inna Bun Room an axted:

"Why you bunnies gots fud alla time an I don't?"

So I telled...told him, "Wookit, Cokes, if you didn't eat alla your stuff anna dawg's stuff anna udder cat's stuff, too, dere wuld still be sum stuff weft in your bowl. Want sum hay?"

And he said, "I'm gonna go wake uppa Dadda an ged sum fud, budda Dawg's inna doorway an I can't get fru wiffout him jumpin up and geddin in my face an tryin to 'herd' me away frumma bed. It's MY bed an dat's MYDadda, too! I don't wike it heer! Dis noo house stinks."

And I said toda Cokie-cat: "Wookit, you godda share. It whut we do. It's bein pawt obba Warren."

Anna Cokie sat down an sed, "Cats don't gots Warrens, Rabbit. You is pawt ob My Chowder. We gots Chowders anna females, wike KayCee are in charge. Now KayCee knew howta runna Chowder, lemme tell you! But Phil-da-Lad taked her wif him an weft me wif da Stoopit Cat who don't know how to run nuffin, who issa 'fraid obba Dawg - KayCee was nebber afraid, cept forda wun time when she was wike, velcroed toda dawg's face an he couldn't see an dey bof ran into da wall, wif ebberyone screamin', incloodin Maman - but KayCee nebber letta fud bowls ged empty. She knowed howta get things dun. Da Stoopit Cat dat libs heer don't know datta Dawg issa herder an don't bite. You jus walks unner neaf ob him when he's tryin to herd you an he geds his hed tangled up in his legs tryin to follow you an falls ober. It issn't hard to mess wif dis Dawg's hed."

An I sed, "So, wike, whut's da pwoblem?"

An Cokie stawted to gwoom himself, which is sad, cos I don't hab to gwoom myself. I gwoom Missy and she gwooms me. I fink cats hab it hard cos dey do alla dere gwooming OnAlone.

An between licks, Cokie sed, "I don' wanna share. Cats don' share. We hab stuff. My chair inna sitting room, My bowl. My bed. My Dadda! Me, my, MINE."

So I wooked at Missy an Missy wooked at me an I knowed...knew 'zacktly whut she was finking, namely, dat to be pawt obba Warren, you hab to do fings Alla Us Togedder.

An I also know dat when Cokie wailed, "MINE" wike dat, datta Dawg was gonna heer it, an he did, an preddy soon, oud he comes, wif his toenails goin tappy-tap onna floor obba kitchin.

Anna Dawg is wike, "So whuttsup wif you, Cat?"

An Cokie glares atta Dawg an says, "Go wook inna bowl."

So da Dawg goes to wook inna bowls dat is lined up by da Welsh Dresser, and Cokie whispurrs to me,

"Dat Dawg is so stoopit, too. Does ennyfing you tell him. I don' ged it! Hassn't he gots enny Pride at all?"

Anna Dawg ambles back an yawns an says, "Dey is all empty wif nuffin in'em. So wassamatter? Fud will come when Dadda wakes up. Hope it's soon. I godda go, you know, OutSide, an check my yard."

Anna Cokie Cat grumbles, "Oh yeah, your yard. How could I have forgotten it's your yard an I'm not 'lowed out dere?"

An I sed, "Wookit, Cokie, I'm not 'lowed out inna yard eidder an I don wanna go. I gotta habbytat an dat's whut's rite forda Warren. So da Dawg has gotta yard. You gotta red chair inna sittin' room."

"Only when Dadda's not innit," Sed Cokie. "Cos when he's innit, he wants me outta it. Says I'm too big an datta Dawg wants pets too an dat he don't hab enuf hands an dat we is all 'insekure'."

An I sed, "I'm not insekure. I'm preddy sekure rite where I am. You ged usta fings when dey are around for a widdle while."

Anna Cokie-cat wooked at me an at Beebe in da udder habbytat an Beebe-Bunny sed, "Yo!" which is his normal comment on most fings.

Den Cokie shook his hed, an sed, "Wookit, Dawg, dere is no fud. You gets to go outside inna yard. You ged alla pets an fusses -"

"Do not." Sedda Dawg. "Maman is allus tellin' me, 'Marc, Down.' which is a Command, and I hafta Obey Commands. I lernt dat in Beedy'ence Skool. When I Obey Commands, I am part obba Pack. Not Obeying Commands puts me outside obba Pack and that is not good."

So I axted da Dawg, "Whutssa 'Pack" fing?"

Anna Dawg sed, "Like a Warren, but for dawgs, an it has dif'frunt Roolz."

Anna Cokie-cat sneezed, cossa Dawg is sheddin fluff.

And den Cokie sed, "Well, I ain't in no 'Pack'."

Anna Dawg sed, "Ebberyone heer is inna Pack. Dat's whut dis is - da Pack. Dadda issa Alpha Male, Maman issa Alpha Female. I'm Sekond Male, an you are down dere wiffa rest ob my 'sponsibilities."

Anna Cokie-Fat-Cat sed, "I ain't pawt obba Pack, you Stoopit Dawg! You are a pawt ob My Chowder,"

So I inner'rupted him an sed, "I thought we wassa One Big Warren, Alla Us Togedder."

An we all wooked at each udder.

Anna Dawg wet outta small "peep" ob anxiety an sort ob collapsed onna floor.

"I dunno whut we are, but I know I gotta go OutSide rilly soon!" He whined.

"Why can't you use a litter-box like da west ob us?" axted Cokie, gettin' up.

"Cos I amma Dawg. Hey, Cat, where you goin'?"

Cos Cokie was on his feets and thuddin outta da kitchin on his way toda dinin' room where I couldn't see him, but I could heer him anna Dawg still arguin':

Cokie: Gonna wake up Dadda. Get off my tail, you stoopit dawg!

Dawg: You can't wake uppa Dadda! It's not rite to disturb da Alpha Male! It's against da Roolz!

Cokie: An wike I told you bifore where you can stick your Roolz. (Nuffin is as sarcastik assa Cat, lemme tell you!)

Dawg: Bud you hafta Obey Commands.

Cokie: Put your "Commands" rite back there along wif your "Roolz". I amma Cat. Inna Chowder, only da Alpha Female an that would beKayCee who isn't heer can tell me whut to do.

Dawg: The Alpha Female is Maman!

By now, da Dawg was barkin, anna Cokie-Cat musta jumped onna bed cos I herd Dadda yellin, "Will you two buggers pack it in?" an he was angry.

An sure enuf, preddy soon, here comed..came da Dawg, anna Cokie-Cat, followed by a rilly meeny-faced Dadda, all poundin fru da kitchin.

So Dadda opined da door anna Dawg went OutSide, an den da Fat Cat an Dadda went back innu da Kitchin an Dadda poured Kitty-kibble inna bowls, anna Dawg began to bark greetin's toda udder dawgs inna area, an Dadda hollared, "Pack it in, Marc!" an Marc did, cos axtchually, he's preddy smart fora dawg.

An den Dadda sets da bowl ob kitty-kibble onna floor an stawts makin' tea for himself an coffee for Maman.

An he's wike, well, grumblin, to himself, sort ob rumblin wike his tea-wadder-boiler, sayin',

"Only got two hands..." an den he comes innu da Bun Room an opins Da Big White Box, takes outta milk jug, slams da door, an wooks at me an says, "An whutta you buggers want?"

An I wooked at him an sed...said, "We're fine. But da udder two... Well, dere mite be sum ishoos..."

But I don't fink he herd me, cos he was alreddy on his way back innu da Kitchin. Hoomins don't hab big ears for rilly good listenin'.

An dey only hab two hands...

Posted by Our Warren at 9:50 AM EST
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Saturday, 19 February 2005
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Crazy, Just Crazy... By George
Topic: Movin' On!

A brief sum'ry ob My Life since comin to Our Warren:

Noo home. Noo House. Noo Maman an Dadda. Noo Warren. Noo almost-mawmie. No new almost-mawmie. Noo wifebun (nice!) Noo Habbytat.

Now anudder Noo House, noo Bun Room anna'nudder Noo Habbytat.

Anna noo Dawg, anna noo cat.

Assa Gen'ral Rool bunnies don't like *Change* - and I'm finkin' dat dere is just a widdle too much obbit goin on rite aboud now.

Bunnies like whut we know: da pootie box in dis colour, at dis place, alla time; da food crock in dis colour, in dis place, filled at dis time, alla time. Same wiffa wadder crock anna fleecy blankie, anna seagrass mats. Rite where we left it, in dis place, in dis condishun, alla time.

Ebben if it's not perfect, an it's not 'zacktly as it perhaps should or could be, it's ours and we know it and 'speckt it.

You opin your eyes inna mornin, an ebberyfing is "Hokay", you know? Sure, mebbe Owd Hunny hassa wind up that's got the room smellin 'nuff to make your head spin an your ears droop, but it's hokay, cos you know dat he's ober dere, habbin hay an habbin a nap. Ob course, you sort ob wish dat he didn't habba wind up along wiffit, but dere's a down-side to ebberyfing, right?

An den One Day, you wake up, opin your eyes an Owd Hunny has gone. But's dat's still hokay, inna way, cos he's bin tellin you aboudda Rainbow Bridge, an how he's bin seeing His Maggie an His Poet in his owd bunny dreams, an how he just can't cope wif ebberyting an how tired he is, an how much his insides hurt, an how lucky he is to be Firteen-anna-half yeers owd an how most ob alla dat time, he's bin a rescued bunny. An he's been helpin you to unnerstan a wotta fings - an I do mean a whole wotta fings.

So when he leaves for the Rainbow Bridge, you're sorry dat you are left behind an stuff, but you are happy for his sake dat he's on his way.

Dis kinda *Change* is Normal.

But moovin' houses is Not Normal.

You should nebber habba leave The Warren, no madder whut. The Warren, ebben if it's not perfeckt, is still, The Warren.

So Hokay, ebberybunny is heer inna Noo House an that feels rite. An alla furnitchur is heer, an that smells rite.

But then there's the Noo Bun Room an that doesn't feel right an the Noo Habbytats an they don't smell rite an you kinda loose your sense of directshun.

You wake up, an it's like, "Whut da heck?"

An Maman all skert aboudda "bills" anna "munny" anna "counts" an as she calls it, "whut goes where and to whom from which" cos it's stuff she's not good at, nuffin wike music or History, an Dadda racin' around wike a chased bunny, tryin to do ebberyfing on his ownst, cossa dere bein just him an Maman an Maman bein' not-so-well.

An when your Maman is skeert, lemme tell you, ebberybunny else is preddy darned skert rite along wif her, too. When Maman can't ebben fink ob whut to eat fer Tea, whoa, you know fings are going pear-shaped inna hurry - and I don't mean da kinda pears you kin eat, eidder.

Cos she told me she's so 'fraid ob makin a mistake. She nebber wants to do ennyfing da wrongk way-round. Nebber cause ennybun trubble or inconbeenyance, nebber do whut's not rite, nebber choose the wrongk pafway, nebber - in her werds - "Screw up".

Now, she's been told dat ennyfing dat's done "in Love" is not wrongk. Or dat enny decision dat's been considered, an thought through an chosen prayerfully, and thoughtfully, will be the bestest one to make - well, she won't rilly beeleeb dat, cos she allus finks she could hab done bedder if she had only tried harder.

Only Tried Harder

Well, while she's tryin harder, she's wearin herself out an wearin us out wif her tryin, too.

An den, ebben afta she's gone an dun sumfing, she allus feels dat she's somehow "screwed up", so we feel dat we hab "screwed up", too, just cos dat feeling of gen'ral screwyness is inna air.

An meanwhile, ebberfing is changing, wedder we want it to or not.

An ebberyone 'specktin Maman to probide answers to dere questshuns, while ebben she don't habba answers, an don't habba energy or unnerstandin to provide da answers, an bein afraid ob gibbin da wrongk answer or ebben bein s'spekted ob not gibbin da rite answer, or not tryin hard enuff...

Know whut I mean? We're rowin' a boat wif one oar.

It's just crazy around heer. Crazy.

So we got dees noo habbytats an dey are huge, roomy habbytats, wif coated wire dat I can't chew on, (so Makin' A Hole has gone outta da question), an tops so we can't be visited by dat Dawg or Da Catz, an wheels so we can be moobed, an being two-foots offa ground so we're taller den alla udder four-foots inna houz - which is preddy neat, if you axt me. Now I kin wook dat Collie Dawg inna eye ebbery time he goes by an I kissed his nose dis mawnin, which 'prised da heck outta him. (Cos Belinda bited him!) An he sneezed on me, which was preddy yucky for a few minutes. Luckily, dog-snot is mostly wadder.

So *Change* is bof good and not good. It just IS.

An it's gonna come, no madder whut decisions Maman makes. She can't be perfect, anna *changes* aren't gonna wait for her to dither ober. She's got to set her feets an her faith an just go wif Wun Day's Werry Atta Time.

An about Hunny an Hawthorn, an Belinda, an Oscar, an Tulip, an Gideon, an Mister Bean, an Dove an Angel, an alla udder bunnies who hab left heer to go to the Rainbow Bridge... Dose are Big Changes, too, an hoomins don't seem to unnerstan dose well, eidder.

But you know wut? Phil-the-Lad told me dis:

Sumtimes you hab to lose sumfing great to make room for bigger and bedder fings.

Dat's da Cirkul dat Hunny talked about to me. An it's da Way ob Fings. Bunnies unnerstan dis a wot bedder den hoomins do, I fink, which is kinda why I was 'prised when Phil-da-Lad got it, too, cos he's notta bunny.

But Hunny 'splained it to me wike dis: If nobunny ebber went toda Bridge, dere would be no place for me in Our Warren, an soon da whole werld would be full up ob bunnies wifoud warrens or Mamans or Daddas, an everybun would be OnAlone, forever, lost inna crowd ob strangers. Dis way, we moob frum place to place, frum nowhere, to heer to Da Rainbow Bridge, then on to Da Meadow an then on to the Great Journey to the Greater Warren wif our Mamans an Daddas - and who knows where afta that?

But the fing is, it's going to happen, an it's not sumfing dat we can "screw up".

It's not a test. It's not aboud bein' perfeckt. It's not that we're geddin' grades on ebberyfing we do or say. It's just Life: To be lived and loved, to give and to reciebe; ebberyfing in it's own time.

I just hope Maman geds those noo pootyboxes, though. Cos dis wun just needs a *change*!

---By George ob Our Warren---

Posted by Our Warren at 11:32 AM EST
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Sunday, 6 February 2005
Mood:  lucky
Now Playing: One Great Warren
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

You know, one ob my good friends an sumbunny that I admire, Sheeba, has her own blog now, and she brought up a berry good Point:

Yes, it is berry troo dat we hab lost alla Senior Bunnies who made up da Original Our Warren now.

And dis is berry sad. In fact, Our Maman still cries ober Blinda's toys, an Hunny's Tin Cup, an Maggie's spoons, an ebbery time she wooks atta Our Warren Home Page and sees alla piccies obba bunnies who hab gone on to da Rainbow Bridge she cries sum more. Maman is berry sad rite now.

But Sheeba brought uppa Point an dat Point was dat while it is sad dat so many ob Our Warren hab left us for da Bridge, alla dem libbed long, happy lives in Our Warren.

Hunny and Hawthorn hadda Bunny Ministry at St. Luke's and Belinda ebben got in onna act. Belinda was web-mistress for RIFRAF's web-site an helped form an organnyzashun for bunnies to hab a voice onna WerldWideWeb an to improb housebunny Rites. Maggie an Hunny were IN Maman and Dadda's wedding as da Flower Bun an Ring Bearer Bun. Smokey went to talk to childrens at Parkway School aboudda HouseBunnies an How To Be A 'Sponsible Pet Owner. Hawthorn visted sick hoomins atta hospiddles. An sumbun allus went toda Blessing Obba Annymals atta Cathedral an St. Luke's.

A lotta bunnies here did a lotta stuff in dere lives.

But as Sheeba says, she is sad for da bunnies who went to da Bridge who nebber got 'dopted, who nebber got rescued; da bunnies who died ob neglect in back yards an sheds an basements, in tiny dark cages, or let loose in strange parks wif dawgs or foxes or who were used to train pitbulls to kill or who were made innu fur wraps for Paris Hilton an her kind, or who were made innu stew an all udder horrible fings. An it happens all ober da werld.

Sheeba is sad forda bunnies who were tortured by medical labs, and cruel hoomins, like da poor "Lucky" who was taped up wif fireworks and thrown into a pond just cos her hoomin didn't want her. Her hoomin keeps gettin "continues" on his trial. He thought it wassa joke to blow up his pet bunny wif fireworks.

But Lucky got saved. She got a noo home an is safe now.

But what if no one had bin there to save her? Whut aboudda poor dawg in Philadelphia who got gasoline poured on him and set on fire cos he stole a sandwhich cos he was hungry? He hadda be helped to da Bridge by kind strangers who had no udder way to help him, cos he was hurt too bad.

Whut aboud alla poor furkids and featherkids and finkids who die wifout knowing anyone to love them? Sheeba is sad about them, too, cos dey hab gone to the Rainbow Bridge without a voice, without a home, many without even a name.

Cos you know whut? Enny one ob dose poor nameless, voiceless, helpless bunnies culd hab bin one ob us.

It could hab bin Heatherington (ATB) - cos he was inna 'quarium, inna pet store window, next to a snake, all skert an on cedar shavings that are poison, wifout food, till Maman an Phil got him out.

It could hab been Willow (ATB) - cos she wassa Easter Bunny nobody wanted to buy an was gonna be fed to a snake! But Maman an Phil got her furst.

It could hab bin Hunny (ATB) - cos he was atta Yard Sale, wiffa tag on him dat sed "Rabbit with cage $5.00", sittin all day inna hot sun wif no food or wadder, hardly breathin, till Maman got there and grabbed him up an taked him home to start Our Warren.

It coulda bin Mouse - cos Mouse's owner wasn't 'lowed to keep him ennymore an he was takin him toda V-E-T to help him ober da Bridge cos he was 'fraid whut wuld become ob him atta shelter or if he was sold inna noospaper. He lubbed him too much to let him go to a bad place, but didn't know enny good places, till he heard 'bout Maman an Dadda an Phil.

It coulda bin Smokey (ATB) - cos sumbunny wanted to buy him to kill him for food, till Maman an Phil gotted dere furst!

It could hab bin me - left inna box wif nuffin inna V-E-T's office, till Maman comed and getted me just bifore Belinda went toda Bridge.

We was all found cos we was meant to be found an 'dopted. We was all chosen. We was all berry watched ober by SumBun Speshul. We was all berry lucky an blessed.

But, wike Sheeba, I am also sad for dose dat weren't gibben enny chance at all.

Well, I was rescued. I hab a Voice onna Web. I am one obba lucky buns. I habba Gift an I hab to use it as best I kin to help udders.

An dat's why I wanna use my voice to tell hoomins 'bout kindness and how wunnerful we are, an 'bout rescues an 'bout how precious Life rilly is. Cos we all share dis planet, Alla Us Togedder, as Hunny usta say, One Great Warren, an as Belinda usta say, NoBunny OnAlone!

If you hab a voice, you have a Gift, too. Please use it to help save sumbun who has no voice, cos dose ob us wifout voices hab udder Gifts to share. Like Love - Companionship - Life.

One ob Maman's hoomin friends is a berry 'pawtant lady. Her name issa Reverend Doctor Virginia M. Sheay and she said dis: "We are stewards, not owners, of this planet."

Which means, Maman says, dat sumday all hoomins will be asked to gib an Account ob how well dey took care ob Da Master's Werld. She said it means hoomins habba 'sponsibility to wook afta da Voiceless and dose who journey wif us fru Life. Maman geds berry pash'net 'bout dis stuff an I don't unnerstand alla stuff she talks and writes aboud, but I do know dat dees few fings I've listed down heer will help. Pwease consider using your Gifts an join wif me an' help udders...

1.) Please don't wear sumbunny else's fur. Dey hadda die just so you can be in fashun. What is fashunable aboud wearin sumbun else's skin?
2.) Don't ebber gib innu da inclination to be cruel. Walk on dat udder critter's paws. Feel dere heart beat in your heart an hear dere widdle thoughts inside ob your head.
3.) Neuter and spay your pets. Don't breed. Dere are too menny ob us wifout homes as it is.
4.) You can't gib life. You have no right to take it away, unless you are a V-E-T an are being humane.
5.) Make sure dat hoomins who are cruel to animals are punished and that laws are made tougher to protect animals who cannot protect themselves! We hab no voice in your gobbermint. We can't make laws or have a say inna Courtroom. But YOU can.

One Great Warren, Alla Us Togedder; NoBunny OnAlone.

Posted by Our Warren at 2:59 PM EST
Saturday, 29 January 2005
George In Charge (If Mouse Doesn't Mind)
Now Playing: Garden Plans

Maman is sad because alla bunnies who have gone to the Bridge are buried at the Old House and can't be moved to the New House. Da Mom-Mom who is Maman's mawmie didn't like us - thought we was rodents! Ennyways, Maman is all upset.

So Dadda called Mr Steve who deals in dirt. Not just little bits of dirt, but truck loads offa stuff, an Dadda 'splained to Mr Steve that he wanted the area where alla bunny cemetary is to be buried unner a huge pile ob top soil.

No Mr Steve is a nice man. Maman's father, our Bim, teached him in school an Mr. Steve says Bim saved him frum becomin' a "punk" (whutebber dat is) and teached him to be 'sponsible. Got him to be 'Tellygint, like Hunny and Belinda did for me. So Mr. Steve said he would help Dadda rake a coupla tonnes ob top soil ober da cemetary an replant it wif nice grass so no one would disturb da bunnies dat was dere - ebber.

So dat made Maman feel a widdle bedder.

Den Maman gotta idea to make a garden heer at dis house for ALLA BUNNIES an to hab a plant for each bunny. Dere will be ...
Tea Roses for Hunny cos he was so sweet an he was her Boy
A Hawthorn bush for Hawthorn
A Smoke Bush (dy nomrally grow innu trees but Dadda finks he kin keep it small) for Smokey
Some Heather for Heatherington
A Willow Tree atta top obba triangle dey gots planned for Willow-bunny wif a bird baf unner-neaf it.
An dey are gonna shop aroud for sumfing suitable for Luckie-bun, an dey are not sure whut to get Belinda, cept it hasta be steck'tackular cos she wassat kind of bunny.
And dere will be a Herb Garden nextest to the Kitchen door cos all English Gardens habba herb garden nextest toda door, an Maman is gonna try growing Herbs In Pots like Laura Hardy always does. (Only it allus werks for Auntie Laura!)

An Maman has graph paper an hassa Protracktor anna Ruler dat she borrowed frum Bim Drawin Board and she werks on drawin the Garden at nite while Dadda reads. He looks over an says it shouldn't be too hard an den calls up his friend, Mr. Lee, who hassa Roto-Tilly.

And Mr. Steve is gonna take out one obba trees dat wooks wike it's waaaaay too big an alla roots are onna top obba "lawn". And Dadda said he anna Mr Don nextest door are gonna dig a drainaige sumpfing so we don't getta pond atta end obba yard ebbery time it rains. Dadda knows alla'bout dis stuff frum Inkwand an Mr. Don knows alla'bout it frum libbin inna middle obba back ob beyond.

And no werd frum Sistah. Marc da dawg is mad at her cat, doh an keeps chasin it uppastairs. Maman finks dat Marc used to be told to do dis alla time, and now he fink he should. He's 'fraid he's not gonna get food eidder, so Maman is preddy sure dat dere were times when da munny she gabe sistah for food went for sumfing else. An her "boyfrien" found Our Phil's web-site an wanted to know why "sum pipple" were so "stingy" an meen to dere rellytibs. It's allus hard when you leeb a Warren. It is bedder to stay an werk an make da Warre a bedder place. You mite not ged ebbery ting you want, but you at least get part ob it. Wike we gots da dawg an Mouse gets to pee on him. For now. I herd Maman orderin da habbytat dat will wet her moob Mouse outta da way obba dawg. Mouse will hab ot find udder fun - but I also fink she mite be wookin for a gurl for him. Now that's gonna be a JOB!

And I'm werking hard at keepin fings runnin smoofly atta Warren. Da pootie box is fulla pooties, but da yard is more fulla snow. Dadda said we is atta impasse.

We'll see abouddat.

Posted by Our Warren at 12:38 PM EST
Thursday, 27 January 2005
I, George II
Now Playing: NoBunny OnAlone - EBBER!

Dis is such a sad day. Da Black Rabbit has comed for Our Oscar Ball.

Our Osacr Ball lived with Auntie Carla in a pwace called SoCal. Sounds wike "SoWhut", but it's called "SoCal" an it nebber rains dere at all 'ept for a liddle tiny bit - whih is sumfing I hab learned.

But Oscar's pickchur is ebberywhere. He is sorta the FACE OB PB cos he is onna Hareware shirts an totes. Maman wants an Oscar Tote now too, like she got for AunTammy who carries her tote to werk and brags to ebberybun dat she knows "da bunny onna bag".

And Maman wants to get Phil-da-Lad annuder Oscar shirt dat says "I don't do windows" cos Phil says Windows XP issa pain in his patoot, an Oscar kinda sums up Phil-da-Lad's Phillyosophy ob Lif.

Afta she read about Oscar, Maman put on Pakybell's "Cannon" to listen to (It's got nuffin to do wif guns or fings dat go *bang*).

A long time ago, in Inkland, she had a student who couldn't play the violin at all, but he loved this piece of music. He wassa 'dult and he came wif his kidlet to her community class to "go on" frum where he had stopped learning violin in school - which was like from the furst day's class.

He had hands as big as shubbles (as dey say up Norf in Lancashire), an sum peoples made fun ob him and sum peoples told him to his face dat he was too old an too stoopit for dis "cwassikal musik stuff" an dat it was "above him" but he had will, and inside his soul, which in many ways was dark and sad and full of hurt, he had delicacy. And dose are da fings dat Maman, nebber habbin learned aboud da udder fings, was waching for.

And he asked Maman if he could learn to play Pakybell's Cannon in her class.

And Maman looked at him and she thought to herself that he had the will, and there was hope in his eyes and yes, she could teach him - IF - and it was a rilly big "if" - he would follow through on his desire "to want". Cos many hoomins "Want" to play dis find or dat fing, and dey come to Maman and fink dat she will just somehow make it happen in a year or so, like waving a magic stick ober dere heds or speaking sekret werds.

Maman is a magician, but she cannot do "wants".

But dis person didn't "want". He wanted da music more den wadder, more den Craisins, more den nice werds frum odder peoples. An dat is whut she saw in his eyes.

So she ordered up the music. Not the cut-down, milk-with-toast, kiddies' music, but the real stuff that doesn't come wif pikchurs an potted hist'ries.
An den she found anudder violinist who wanted to sharpen his Grade 7 skills, an she sat down at her desk an adapted the 'cello part anna coninuoso part, she taught them Pakybells Cannon.

And since she was startin frumma beginning, she made a hole in their hearts that would just fit the music. She used tennise balls to hold their wrists away from their instruments and taught them to bow by slicing tomoatoes paper-thin wifout bruising da skin. She bought dem bags of peppermints to teach dem notes on lick'rish staves and spoke in Italian to dem, and made dem walk around "Andnte".

And most of all she played the music over and over until it came alive somewhere insdie of them. And on walks, she told them stories she made up about the music and tied the stories to the land over which they walked, so that here, beside a willow, a pony danced, and there, just down the Downham Road came a ships' Officer, long away at the wars. And she made them believe that this music was a background for life, that it played while the sycamore tree grew and the cloud patches dropped fitful gusts of rain across Pendle Hill.

And seated before her fire, she made them transcribe their parts on staved paper so that they knew the shape and feel and weight of each note, and how every note was as valuable as every other note, and how they dovetailed into each other, and how a "Canon" was not a "rondelay" and how music came to be and the mechanicas it used to touch the heart.

"I played it in my sleep!" one of them said one lesson.

And she asked if he played alone or with others and he said with others.

It wasn't until he could play his part, alone, all by himself, that she was pleased with him.

And so while the other teachers thought she was wasting her time not "teaching by the book" one technique after another, her two students got all the techniques as they were needed in Packybell.

These were Maman's last students. After that, her bones began to grind and the nerves were trapped and her hands lost their strength. She tried playing for only a quarter of an hour a day, but it only got worse. the dotors took pikcurs of her neck and shoulders - but Maman says you play the 'cello with the whole body.

And so, one day the 'cellist couldn't play, you see.

So maybe that is what it is with Oscar. He has made the Oscar-shaped hole in our hearts and showed us how to care for rabbits, and how to be rabbits of few words and outstanding presance. He has shown us how to be important just by being who we are.

Oscar with us, showed us the way - and not the rabbit-childer's way, but the full rabbit way - to love, to care, to roll into a ball and to bring joy to others. Just because he was here. Oscar showed us how to be rabbits of few words an huge presance. When he talked, we listened.

But like the 'cellist whose time is no longer to play, it's now not time for Oscar to be HERE. He has business elsewhere. Maman is still trying to find her place "somewhere else", but Oscar has found his place - being Oscar, a bun of few words and great heart.

Come and follow; come and be. We are all part of one great warren, linked by silver chains forged forged of golden links of love. The chain goes on forever, each link taking something from the link before it and passing it on to the link that comes after.

Maman has no notion what becane of her students. Their own lives may have dragged them down, their frailities perhaps overcame them, or perhaps they took their violins and soared like kestrels against the blue skies over Swanside Plantation. She always told them to leave their cases open, that someone would venture by and be drawn to play, that instruments call to the pure of heart in their own undiminished voices.

Maman's 'cello is closed so that it cannot call to her. It is fragile and old and needs work before it can be played. Maybe Dadda will get her a practice 'cello if someone helps him find one - but somewhere, close to the surface of Maman's heart, maybe deeper in other hearts, the music plays on if only as a faint memory.

And everyone who hears music in their heart is the better for it - because it speaks of a time when they were honest in their desires and their only wish was to have that music inscribed upon their hearts. It was a time of innocense and they were the better for it - just as we are the better for having known Oscar Ball, with his feets on the computer and his dark eyes shining, laughing at all our pseudo-seriousness.

Gentle Oscar, Belinda told me that where you are there is lovely music playing all of the time and the greenest grass you've ever imagined. When it's my turn, I'll come and join you. She said the burrows are swept and clean and just the right size for a bunny to roll into a ball. Hunny will show you the way. He was very wise. Just don't let Belinda talk you into "sumpwace bedder" - Hunny knows all the best places for lounging. So does Hawthorn. Belinda never was very good at lounging.

And I, George, will stay here until it's my time. I promised Belinda and I promised Hunny and I will do it. And look, Oscar! I've learned already that music is a language not exclusive to hoomins, that it has the power to heal, and the power to give - and so gently, too, that even the tears it inspires are soft, like the morning's newest dew. I can gather them from Maman's cheeks in my fur and lick Maman's nose and let her know that I know what every bunny in a Warren already knows - and you know it too, and so does Wally - that we are not afraid. The Cyrckle comes full turning, and we have more than Hope, we Know.

Until a little later, dear friend!

Posted by Our Warren at 2:39 PM EST
Wednesday, 26 January 2005
I, George
Now Playing: Top Bun (if Mouse says it's hokay)

It is Time.

Belinda sed so when I was sleepin last nite. It was like she and I were talking togedder and I waked up a dif-frunt bunny,

I am now George. It is my job now to reed da noos wif Maman an commint on it.

It is my job to commint on ebberyfing dat goes on around heer.

If a dawg or a cat geds outta line, I gotta deal wiffit.

If dere is nod enfu hay, I hafta be da Reminder Bunny.

I hafta show da way when gettin my toenails clipped.

Belinda said dat I am 'Tellygint now, but dat no matter how 'tellygint I ged, there will allus be noo stuff to learn about.

She also sed dat I have a big job ahead of me.

She sed I have to make Maman CARE again.

Not care aboutta bunnies, cos she cares for us alla time, but she is habbin trubble doin fings dat don't require crying. Sbe needs to go out cos she is 'fraid. So I have to be brave for her.

She hasta getta 'dresses onna stickers to send fing to hoomins. And take da boxes to peoples.

She hasta get dressed an not be fraid ob starbin an stuff dat isnt gonna happin.

So Tidday, I am makin her do da laundry wif us. Here inna Bun Room cos Dadda and his friend Lee-da-Lektrician habbint taken outta old washer/dryer and put inna noo one that will save us on space and make the Noo Bun Room Bigger. And Maman hasta see aboutta banking stuff, tiday, too.

So dis is I, George, who is now a growed up bunny, plannin on geddin more 'Tellygint by da day. Mamam lost a lotta her confydence. She put onna pawty an atta wast momint alla peebles frumma place where she werked fortygotted to come. And only one called to tell her in advance. So she was all dressed up, with food out an all and she cried an cried.

Hoomins fortyged how bad dey hurt odder hoomins feelins.

Den dis stoopit boy who Sistah went to live wif, he writed to Our Phil that Sistah's family "deserted" her, cos she has no munny. An Our Phil was like, "well whut about whut you stole frumma Mom-mom? What aboud da munny Dadda and Momma paid for her elektrick?" and he was like "They aren't doing it now. They abandoned her!" And it's like no - when YOU leave a warren, it is your choice to leave it. It's not the Warren's job to chase you down and gib you stuff. Specially when you said you nebber wanted to be near the Warren again, an abandoned ebberyone.

But Maman cried. She has no more daughter cos dis one said loud and a lot that she dont want Maman as a mawmie. It's passing strange. I looked and looked for a mawmie and couldn't find one, and here was a perfectly good Maman that wasn't wanted. It wasn't dat Maman choosed not to have Sistah, it was Sistah who chose to hab no Maman. No blanket ob lies will ebber cobber up the troof dat Sistah was never once told to go, never once frown out. All dat was said wassat dere wuld be no new hoomins brought innu da Warren. But den da werds got all twisted, till dey comed out saying something else.

But fings is like that, I guess. Som hoomins play wif werds like toys, tossing them around until they are upside down and bwoken. But words dat are the Trrof have power and don't break. Dey stay alive in the air.

NoBunny was driven frum dis Warren. Nobunny was abandoned. One bunny DECIDED to leave on her own and make her own warren. And that is right.

So from now on I am I, George. And I am angry that hoomins are stupid and ruthless and liars and hurt each other to the hurt of the Warren. I am berry angry dat da Black Rabbit seems to be looking for Maman's Maman. Dis is a lot, all at once.

Dat is why Belinda came an hadda talk wif me. She took the bestest care of the Warren, she and Hunny and now I have to take the bestest care of it. The whole werld issa Warren an we take care of each udder alla time, NoBunny OnAlone.

I knowed it was Belinda who talked to me while I was sleepin, cos she hopped straight up to me an said to me, "I can't be habbin wif dis stuff - an needer can you, Babby George! Can't be habbin wiffit and it hasta end. Dis Warren has ben Weederwess Too Wong - nuffin's gettin dun! So you ged out dere an do it, Bunnyboy, cos if you don, den nobun else will!"

So dat's me. I, George. And dis will be the Warren where I belong. Mouse said he'll fink it ober. As long as he gets to pee onna dawg, he's all for me being Top Bun.

But this is Our Warren. Alla us Togedder, NoBunny OnAlone.

Posted by Our Warren at 12:24 PM EST
Saturday, 22 January 2005
Got me a domain!
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Ooo-Rah! We're Rollin' Now!
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

How let's see how dis fing werks...

Posted by Our Warren at 1:46 PM EST
Wednesday, 19 January 2005
New 'Sponsibilities
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: George Figgers It Our
Topic: Me 'n' Mouse

Well, Maman said it is down to me. I gotta take what Belinda said and whuta Hunny said and take it to heart.

She and I hadda long talk last night. She said that Beebe didn't wanna be Top Bun and was happy yellin' "YO!" and he's busy pushing raisins over in Clover's direction so she will groom him, cos baskically, he's fixing up to be lazy.

Then There is Mouse. Mouse would make a good Top Bun, but he isn't SoShul enough. And Maman is getting really cheesed off with having to clean up his callin cards. He's leaving them for me every time I stick my nose in to be neighbourly. Maman said this might ease up a little when he gets his noo habbytat that is already on order at Mr. Robert's Pet Products and will be very nice and have room innit for two little Netherland Dwarfs. Then Maman said, inna Spring when it is not so cold and she and Dadda can get lost wif confydence, they are gonna go to Laura Warner's South Jersey Rabbit Rescue and let Mouse pick out his own girl friend.

Maman figgers this will calm him down a lot.

But there is still a LOT to do heer.

As Maman sed, "Dis issa momint and, George, you areda bun."

Missy sed she just hopes I don't get a rilly fat head over dis.

The thing is, there is SO MUCH going on!

Sistah Beffy has gone and left for good. She doesn't want to know about us. She put her dog inna shelter! And she won't tell Maman which one so Maman can give them Codi's pedigree papers or spay papers, or even send a cheque. Poor Codi is only a year old, she hasn't been trained, although Maman signed her up for dog-school classes and paid for them. And Codi bites and bullies. So Maman feels bad.

Beffy's cat, Gidget got left inna upstairs bafroom which is where Maman found her all OnAlone. Cokie was surprised.

Marc the Dawg is very confoozled by ebberyting, but that dawg puzzles easy.

Then Maman's mawmie fell down and broke her hip and isn't waking up inna hospital that is preddy far away from here.

And Maman can't stop cryin no matter how cute I am. even though Mouse peed on my nose! I was only saying "hello", too.

And the other house still has to be cleaned out and fixed up, it needs oil inna heeter dragon inna basement Hunny told me about and its gonna snow.

So I'm taking charge of the Cute Factor. Someone has to. Belinda would make me and Hunny would say it's the right thing to do. So yestidday. I sat down with Mouse and we figgered out how to werk the cheque book. We ordered some cute stuff from Hareware. And we werked reely hard on drawing plans for a garden for Hunny with a Tea Rose for Hunny (red) anna Tea Rose for Belinda (we though yello cos she'll just hate that) anna white Tea Rose for Hawthorn. And Maman's Granny's Birdbath will be innit.

And then, we typed to a lady we know who makes stained glass sun-catchers of our bunnies. And we're having some made. Hunny and Maggie furst, since they was the WeddingBunnies. Gotta write a cheque for that tidday.

So Mouse and I are gonna Top Bun Togedder if he will stop peeing on me. There is too much werk for one Top Bun. It's gonna take a Warren.

Hi, Alanna! You can come and see me soon! We can cuddle onna couch inna Reading room if Missy can cuddle, too. But she's not sure aboudda Pug. Nedder am I to be honest. We're senging vibes for PHIL!! Get that JOB you put in for and stop moanin' aboudda tummy ache. Eat veggies! You know that's half of Phil's pwoblem - he don't eat rite and he don't exstersize rite. Maman is sending you guys a Box. I will try to sneak in a pootie.

Posted by Our Warren at 9:49 AM EST
Friday, 14 January 2005
George Trying to Do The Right Stuff
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Fankful For Whut I Got
I readed ebberyfing dat Unky Darin typed, and dat Auntie Laura Hardy typed and Auntie Patricia typed and whut SA said, and I guess you are all right, Belinda and Hunny left me when they knew the Time was right for them to go.

Pawt obba Cirkul.

And I am pawt obbit, too.

The Older Warren goes away to the Bridge and the Bridge is connected onna udder side to our hearts. All Hunny or Belinda has to do is to pull a string or somfing and I kin hear them, like a voice bemembered. So I can take whut they told me and use it now.

I'm not sure aboud going visiting yet. I visited last nite, but Maman anna Washing machine hadda argumint and dere was wadder onna floor. Den da Dawg came in wif big wet feets and mud and cos his mat was wet, he sat on it like he was 'sposed to and den his butt was wet. So then he went and wiped that on Cokie, who was not 'mused. So Cokie chased the Gidgie-cat uppa stairs innu the study and Maman scolded Cokie for being mean. Den da Dawg sat on Dadda's bare feets wif his wet behind and Dadda used a whole roll of kitchen towel to dry offa dawg who was preddy happy cos, stupid as he is, he thought he was getting petted.

Maman sed we badly need to bring som order outta chaos.

Well, she otta know, cos she keeps saying she's Da Queen ob Chaos.

So afta I stepped inna pubbdle inna Noo Bun Room which is also the Laundry Room, I went back inside my habbytat and said "YO!" to Beebe through the lattice and "YO!" to Mouse through the lattice onna udderside and Mouse said that ebberyfing heer is fine if they would stop opening da stoopit door to let the dawg out and why do they keep lettin' him back in for?

Oh, and the Catz is mad cos da Dawg don't like his food and is eating their food.

I figgered what da heck and had some hay and hadda nap. Like Hunny sed. Things don't look any dif'frunt now that I'm awake, but the catz have buggered off somewheres anna dawg is uppystairs inna study with Maman. So maybe Hunny had it right.

I wish he was here so I could tell him so.

Posted by Our Warren at 11:42 AM EST
Tuesday, 11 January 2005
I dinno what to say
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: I amma'Lone
Belinda was not my Mommy. She said so.

But she was like a Mommy

She told me whut to do. She sed "George, be 'Tellygiint'"

And when I didn't know how to be "Tellygint", she said, "Listen to Hunny,"

So Een though he was not my Mommy, I listened to Hunny. I ate hay an had naps, and I watched Maman and I learned to listen an 'gest buks. I did alla stuff dat he did, cos Hunny was Firteen, which is berry wise and 'Tellygint for a bunny.

And then, the Black Rabbit came a taked away Hunny.

And now it is down to Clover and Beebe and Mouse and Missy an me.

The Old Warren is all gone. Maman talks about Belinda and Hunny and Heatherington, and Smokey and Hawthorn and Bunnr, an alla udder bunnies who went to church in baskets and met bishops and started ministeries and helped udder hoomins, and now there is just us.

There is just the fibe ob us, all On Alone, trying to be 'Telligent and no one to help us get there.

Please come back, Hunny! Please come back! Dadda said they is gonna plant a pink Tea Rose over you inna garden with plaster bunnies dat got no smell and that there will be a bird baf. Hunny's Garden. And Maman saved your tin cup and Belinda's key's and Hawthorn's blankie so you can all come back and ebberyfind will be like it was! Oh please come back!

I'm too small for to be da 'Tellygint Rabbit in Our Warren. I'm not ebben a year old and nobun else says they can be it. Cept me. Cos I wassa one that was twained.

But I'm not redy! I'm not fully dun yet! Please come back and help me!

Ph what will I do? Ebberybunny leebs too soon...

Posted by Our Warren at 7:07 PM EST
Saturday, 4 December 2004
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Big Time
Topic: Movin' On!
So I got whut I wanted. I hadda werk at it, but I have finally pretty well convinced Maman that no hoomin can deterr a determined bunny.

The thing is, I live with Missy.

Not just "I *like* Missy." or "I *want* to *try* living with Missy." This is no *~bonding hextperiment~* that may or may not werk out.

I have known Missy a long time in bun-time and she knows me. We are alreddy a bonded pair.

This means that she and I have moved beyond that romatic song-writin' stuff I did before, innu the real-werld where we unnerstand that libbin togedder isn't all raisins and 'nanners, but hard pellets of mutual grooming and compromise.

We are bonded, have been bonded and will continue to be bonded.

Nobun gets sumfing for nuffin. And Missy is sumbun worth working to be with, lemme tell you.

So I stayed awake ALL last nite, and chewed a hole in record time from the li'l habbytat Dadda made for me, right into the Big Habbytat that I am used to sharing with Missy.

No goofing around with singing sad songs.

No whining Blogs about being hard-done-by.

No pooties about "getting even" or bragging.

I didn't unnerstand ebberyfing that was happening to me at furst - and I was mad about that - but then I realised that it was hokay, because I realised that unnerstanding ebberyfing wasn't going to help me get back to living with Missy. There is plenty of time for unnerstanding ebberyfing later - when I am living *with* Missy.

So I just set about making living with Missy come true.

I, George, made it happen the RIGHT way: I used my 'Tellygince and werked hard.

Missy is worth werking for. So I worked berry hard.

And you know whut? I'm sitting here beside Missy right now!

And now that I am living with Missy again, I am starting to unnerstand sum things!

1. The George Family Jools - well, I guess I don't need them. Jools don't make you 'Tellygint.
2. Sumtimes you lose stuff to get bedder stuff.
3. Sumtimes it hurts inna short run to feel bedder inna long run.
4. No matter how much you think you know, udder buns can know bedder - so nebber think you know it all, because you don't.
5. Good meddysin can taste really bad.

Belinda Bunny sed said dat ennybunny can grow Up, but only Smart bunnies can grow 'Tellygint.

And den Belinda Bunny sed: "An' Babby George, allus bemember dis - you are wun berry smart bunny!"

Hey, Belinda? See me now? I bemember!


Posted by Our Warren at 2:10 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 4 December 2004 2:19 PM EST
Friday, 3 December 2004
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Under Pressure
Topic: Movin' On!
I have decided I do not like V-E-Ts.

I do not like cars.

I do not like a whole lotta things just now.

In fact, I amma Berry Dangerous George. So don't cross me.

I have also decided I do not like Maman or Dadda. For now.

Well, we'll see. I habben't made up alla my mind on dis one yet.

This comes afta some long considyashun, sittin inside my carrier in my habbytat. And gruntin'.

Shaddup, Hunny! (Inna werds ob Belinda.) I don't wanna hab enny hay and I don't wanna habba nap. Cos I hadda nap and I don't feel enny bedder. In fact, I feel worse.

It's like this:

I hadda go back to see that "Sharin" chicklet (as Beebe calls her) and I'm telling you, I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE AGAIN!

Yup, you heard me.

I've had it.

The first time wasn't too bad. She said I was preddy, and she petted me and gave me cuddles and then poked an prodded me, and stuk something in my ears to look in them and lifted up the bunny-lips to look at my teefies, and spreaded out my feets to look at my toes and alla that stuff.

The second time I was there I hadda nap and woke up missing parts ob ME.

I was a liddle bit confused onna issue obba missing parts, but I have now figgered it out and lemme tell you, I am steamed. Since this is a Family Blog, I can't tell you exactly which parts of me I'm missing, but let's just say dat when I took inventory, I discobbered that two huge gems have gone missin' outta the George Family Vault.

And nobunny consulted me!

And if that wasn't bad enough, yestidday, Maman got this look on her face when she and Dadda were makin' me drink that awful tastin' meddycin that Hunny is allus talkin' about.

And Maman sed, "George is swollen."

And I'm thinkin', "Hey, no joke! You'd be swollen too if you'd had the Vault robbed! Put me down!"

And Dadda sed, "Well, he'll have to go back to the doctor. That's what she said: 'If he's swollen, bring him right back.' I'll call as soon as I take you to work."

And Maman sighed and rubbed my ears and sed, "George, really, you shouldn't be doing this. I'm not in the least ready to move, nothing is done, the truck is coming tomorrow and now you're swollen."

And she thinks she has problems?

To date:
1. I have been poked and prodded.
2. I have been placed inna fake nap.
3. My bum hurts.
4. I can't sleep with Missy.
5. My habbytat is being taken apart.
6. My raisin ration has been cut down!
7. I haven't been groomed in twodays.
8. I'm stuck in a smaller habbytat.
9. I am taking meddysin!
10. Somebunny stole the George Family Jools!
11. I gotta go back to dat V-E-T person?

Oh NO! I protest. I'm putting my foots down! Dis is not happinin' to me!

Hey! Put me down!

Help! I'm in the carrier! Lemme out! Lemme out! Hunny! Mouse! Beeb! MISSSSS-EEEEEE!

Oh pooties.

I am back.

I am sulking.

Whaddoesshemean, "Dere is nuffin' wrong wif George"?

Dere most certainly is something 'wrong' with George!

George is mightily annoyed.

George still doesn't feel good.

George hadda take more meddysin tonight.

No! I will not "Hab sum hay an' habba nap", Hunny! Dis is notta joke!

I got taken inna car toda V-E-T again.

And do you know whut? She picked me up and poked and prodded me inna tender place and den put me down and sed dere was nothing wrong wif me! She said I would "go down" natchurally.

"Don't werry", she says.

"Don't werry."

I am rilly riled up ober dis.

Well, you know whut? When Dadda comed in dis morning to habba look at me, I runned innu da carrier, and I grunted.

Dat's rite!

Me, George, grunted. For da furst time in my life, I warned 'em - Stay away frum George.

Cos widdle Babby George has hadda 'nuff.

Dey hab poked me an prodded me and squirted meddysin in my mouf, and carried me all ober da place inna car, an' I'm not gonna take dis ennymore!.

I am offishully *grumpy*.

And I'm not gonna be un-grumpy for awhile.

At least not until dey put back my George Family Jools.

Posted by Our Warren at 7:52 AM EST
Updated: Friday, 3 December 2004 7:59 AM EST
Tuesday, 30 November 2004
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Addendum - By Hunny
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit
Hullo, me, Hunny, Senior Bunny heer.

Well, George is back.

The thing is, George is not up to postin' inna blog just now. He, indeed, went toda V-E-T and she did, as I predikted, *cut off his berries*.

Yes, George is now a berry-less bunny.

For dos ob you who are 'fended by dis, lemme tell you sumfing...

Dere are hunnerts and hunnerts ob unwanted bunnies who lib in shelters. Dere are hunnerts more who are libbin' in horrybul condishuns, forced to breed ober and ober so dat "scientists" - who in menny cases aren't dedykated to learning at all - can do horrybul fings to dem inna name ob "science".

Dere are poor bunnies who die so cheap women can buy and wear fur jackets and wraps; dere are poor bunnies who are killed so sick *gourmets* can eat expensive dinners. Dere are people who run slaughterhouses where bunnies lib in cages, who die when they are the same age as little George, just so *Fashionable People* can wear fur and eat expensive food.

Well, you know whut?

No bunny in Our Warren is ever going to take a part in that kind of killing trade. None of our bunny children will suffer dat kind of fate.

We don't breed by "accident". We are neutered bunnies. We go to the V-E-T and we have surgery so that we can't hab baby bunnies that will be born to die. We don't believe in contributing to over-population.

It isn't cheap for our parents to do this. V-E-T visits are expensive and good veterinarians are worth the prices that they charge for their care and expertise.

Our parents are careful with us, making sure that they do not hab more bunnies than they can care for, and making sure dat everybun is safe, healthy and desexed.

Because Maman says we are worth it. She says she would rather cut down on other expenses to make sure we have what we need. She says that along with alla love comes *Responsibility*.

I just know that not me, not ennybunny in Our Warren, nor any futchoor members ob Our Warren are ebber gonna hab to suffer, or have to chance libbin inna bad place becos there will be too menny bunnies.

And that is why George went tidday to see Dr Sharin, and to have his oppyrayshun. Now he issa safe bunny. He is home here an' happy.

I just told him, "Habba nap, George. Ebberyfing is fine now dat you are home."

And it will be. He will be a widdle sore tomorry mornin, it's troo, but he has meddycin frum Dr Sharin, an' Maman will see that he gets it. Dr Sharin sed George was a preddy big boy for eight months old. She finks he issa berry youngbun, but a "good sized" bunny.

Well, dat's hokay. He's still Our George.

So I'm just gonna settle down now and hab sum hay and den habba nap. I had my berries snatched about eight yeers ago, so I'm not werried. Berry widdle werries me. When your Firteen, you've preddy much seen it all, an you know whut? Habbin' hay, an habbin' a nap, an habbin' your own pootybox an' crock and wadder dish issa preddy nice way to be.

So if you wants sum hay, I gots plenty. Come on in! I'm glad to share. Just be kinda quiet... George needs his sleep!

Posted by Our Warren at 7:00 PM EST
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Uh Oh
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

I was just leaving out through the hole I chewed in my habbytat...


Dadda came innu the Bun Room.

And he picked me up and petted me.


Maman comed uppystairs with my carrier!


I'm innit!

Hunny called out, "Hold on, Babby George!"

And Clover gasped, "Oh no!"

And Beebe yelled, "YO! HANG ON, DOOD!"

And Mouse said, "Two stone lighter!"

And Missy hollared, "I lub yoooo!"

And KayCee the Kitty-Cat comed by and laughed and said, "Ha! Stoopit bunny-rabbit. YOU'RE GOING TODA V-E-T!"

Da whut? Is that who this Dr Sharin is? She's da V-E-T?!

Oh, no.

She's da V-E-T? She's da V-E-T? Hang on a minit! She's DA V-E-T!

Oh my paws an' whiskers! HELP! I'M GOIN' TO DA V-E-T's!

Dis day is not starting out well!


Posted by Our Warren at 8:53 AM EST
Sunday, 28 November 2004
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  surprised
Now Playing: The Rain is Rainin' Alla 'Round
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

You should see what's going on outside obba winder! I can see it now, but last night it was kind obba mystery and ob course, being a mystry, it waked uppa whole house and there wassa lotta "buggerin' about" as Dadda says.

I was just sleepin', you know, kinda dozing here next to Missy inna habbytat, when alla sudden, she kinda shifts her weight and ~*~*~WHAM~*~*~, she lets out with a *THUMP* that bounced me up inna air like about three inches offa ground.

So when I hit bottom again, I axted her, "Hey, whuttaheckwas'satalla'bout, huh?"

And she said, "Wisten." (Which in Missy-speak means hold up your ears and tune in.) So I did.

Well, there wassa sound of something hitting on the winder-glass inna Bun Room!

So I called over to Hunny (who hassa lot more hextperience in things than I do, onna'count ob being firteen Years Old anna Senior Bun), "Hey Hunny! Whuttaheckissat?"

And I hadda shout it twice cos Hunny is Firteen Years old an preddy deaf (which mean means he don't hear too good).

So he wakes up finally, and lifts up his loppy ears and says, "Buggered if I know. Hab sum hay an go to sleep. If it was bad, Maman would come an ged us."

So I stood up and alla-sudden, ~*~*~*~WHAM~*~*~*~, Missy lets out with a'nudder mega-thump like one ob dem "earthyquakes" I reeded about inna noospapers (where the ground shakes unner you), and I tip ober.

So I gathered my feets unner me again, an stood up, and went ober to the side of the habbytat and called over to Beebe, "YO!" (Cos this is Beebe's favourite werd.)

And he calls back, "YO!"

And I axt, "You hear dat, Dood?"

And Beebe yells back (cos Beebe has no udder volume setting besides "yell") "YEAH! I HEAR IT!"

And I hear Clover shifting her beauty-eous Agouti bulk and murmur, "Settle down, ShortStuff", which is her name for Beebe when she's not lettin' him "'ave one around th' ear 'ole", as she says.

And Mouse mumbles, "Lookit, stoopit, can't you smell the rain?"

And I put my nose up, and yup, that's exactly what I do smell - Rain.

But what's hitting the winder and making alla noise?

Cos, you see, I know about Rain. It's wadder that falls outta the sky and makes hay grow. Maman has told me alla'bout it. It's knowing about stuff like "rain" and "snow" and "thunder" and "lightning" (the last two of which I don't like, by the way, and nidder does Missy), and "wedder" in general, that makes me a 'Tellygint House Rabbit.

But this pounding onna winder is Something-Else-Lemme-Tell-You. It's like the sound of something Outside trying it's best to get Inside, which is allus a threat to Our Warren.

So Missy lets loose with a'nudder thunderous ~*~*~*~WHUMP~*~*~*~ with her big ol' back paddle-foots, which is an alarum-signal in any Bunny Warren.

And I bounce up inna air again.

And rite about that time, I hear Maman stirring around in her and Dadda's bedroom.

And this is whut I hear:

Maman: Brian?
Dadda: Mumph.
Maman: Brian...
Dadda: Whummammamumph.
Maman: There's something wrong in the Bun Room.
Dadda: MmmumphWhut?
Maman: Missy's thumping.
Dadda: Why?
Maman: Something's wrong in the Bun Room.
Dadda: Whut?
Maman: You stay awake while I go look.

Now Maman is very brave. She will go look at ebberyfing as long as Dadda is awake to hear her scream abouddit.

So I hear Maman tumble outta her high bed and pad-pad-pad around the corner of her room to come into the Bun Room.

And Maman flips on the light switch and ob course, ebberybun goes blind. Including her.


So she blunders around for a liddle and has a peer around the room. And we're all sittin' there, looking at her, looking at us.

And after a minit, she calls back to Dadda, "It's raining!"

And Dadda calls to her, "In the Bun Room?"

And Maman peers around some more and calls back, "No, I think it's mainly outside." (Bemember that these two are sposed to be 'tellygint hoomin adults...) "But it's hitting the window pretty hard. Like a firehose onna flat rock."

And then Maman does Roll Call (which goes like this):
Maman: Clover, honey?
Clover: Yes, Maman.
Maman: Beebe-Bunny?
Beebe: YO!
Maman: Maman's sweet widdle Hunny-bunny-boy?
Hunny: Huh?
Maman: Mousey-wouse?
Mouse: Shut up, woman.
Maman: Howsa Miss-Miss Bunnykins?
Missy: Wah! ~*~Thump~*~
Maman: Sweet little George?
me: Can I have a treat? Please? I'm awake! Over here!

And Maman heard me, ob course, and went and got the Treat Can full of raisins and gave ONE to each of us.

And then she shut off the light and pad-pad-paddled back toward her room.

Just a little later I heard Dadda say, "Bugger it." and then I heard him stumbled through the bedroom and into the bathroom. And then I heard Cocoa fall off the bed in Maman and Dadda's room, and go pad-pad-pad into the bathroom. And then Dadda yelled something about being "left alone to do certain things in peace without having a f-ing great audience of cats!" and Three cats came flying out of the bathroom, past the Bun Room and went galloping on down the hall toward Phil-the-Lad's room which is more or less vacant since he is in someplace called "MarryLand".

And then Dadda came outta the bathroom and plodded back into the bedroom and I heard him climb back into bed.

So we hadda'nudder one of whut Maman calls those nights where ebberybun was up "buggering about" as Dadda says, and I still don't know whut it is that's outside pounding onna winders to get in!

But it must not be Anything Bad, cos as Hunny says, if it was Anything Bad, Maman would hab gotten us out or saved us or screamed her head off and gotten Dadda to help, or something.

So while whatebber it was that was pounding on our winders went on pounding, I made uppa song to sing to myself while I was chewing on my raisin. I know I heard the werds before frum Maman reading to me, so the werds are Not Mine (they were thought up by some guy named "Robert Louis Stevenson" who lived a long time ago), but I made up the tune and this is how it goes:

The rain is raining all around;
It falls on grass and tree.
It falls on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

Posted by Our Warren at 10:07 AM EST
Updated: Sunday, 28 November 2004 10:10 AM EST
Saturday, 27 November 2004
The New Adventures of George
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Activity. Have some!
Topic: Movin' On!

Maman says I'm an "Acive Rabbit".

Several months ago, I wouldn't know if this was something I should be proud of or not, but now that I am a 'Tellygint Rabbit, I know.

It is a Good Thing.

You know how I know this?

It is becos I can REED.

That's right. Because I can reed, I know that it is GOOD to be an Active Rabbit.

Whut I don't know is if Maman and Dadda need me to be 'Active" or not. I think it might be good for them, but I'm not sure.

It starts like this: Not ebberybunny can reed. Maman told me that reeding issa skill, which is something that a bunny can learn. It's part of being 'Tellygint.

Reeding is mostly sitting on Maman's lap, looking atta 'puter screen and knowing whut alla werds onna screen mean. That's most of it. The other part of it is looking at Maman an listening to her use those werds to me and picking out the ideas that mean something from the ideas that are "Pure Lunacy".

"Active" might fall into this caty-gory from whut I unnerstand.

Which isn't much, but here goes...

So today Maman and I were sitting there, looking through the noospapers like we allus do, and there was an artykul about being fat and being onna diet and being healthy and "Active". So Maman starts reading the artykul out-loud to Dadda.

Do you know that hoomins are not 'lowed to have too many treats? I didn't know this. I thought they ate anything they wanted.

Turns out, they can't. Well, not with Maman around. Dadda came back into the office with some bread and some cheese and Maman said that he would need to become "Active" if he was going to keep that up.

And then Maman went on and sed that she and Dadda are not "Active" enuf to be habbin bread and cheese and Maman's favourite, which at the moment is Punk'in Pie.

Dadda said he was plenty "Active", what with being waked up ebbery nite by Stoopit Catz, and having to throw them off the bed, and moving house and all.

And Maman said that this was not the same kind of "Active" she was talking about. The kind of "Active" she was talking about is habbin "Ex-ster-size".

And Dadda said that he gets plenty of "Ex-ster-size" walking back and forth to the 'Fridgerator.

So Maman said, "That's the point. We need to be more 'active' like George."

And Dadda said, "George is too bloody 'active' by half."

At which Maman sed, "You'll notice that George is not ten pounds overweight."

And Dadda said he wasn't ten pounds overweight either, that it was more like twenty and I am not overweight for want of trying, because I eat alla treats I can lay my paws on.

Which is true, but that's a bunny's job.

So Maman figgered out that Dadda and her need to walk ebbery day wiffa Border-Collie Dawg.

I'm not sure what the Dawg has to do with things. Nor is the Dawg, but Belinda told me that he's so stoopit, he'll go along with anything because dawgs will do anything to please.

Maman sed that walking dis dawg will somehow be good for her and Dadda, because it will make them be more like me, which is, namely, "Active".

Now I am a 'Tellygint Bunny, and I can reed, so I know that it is important for everybun to be "Active" so that they will not be fat, but whut I can't figger out is what this all has to do with me, and what it has to do with the Border-Collie Dawg.

I can see where this Dawg and I are "active" and this is good for us, but where does Maman get the idea that our being "Active" will be good for her and Dadda?

I mean, I walk a lot. I hop. I binky. The Collie-Dawg walks around his yard, and barks, and chases his ball. This is "Active". Maman and Dadda reed a lot, and type a lot, and talk a lot. They are not "Active". So if we are and they aren't, how is us being and them not going to help them become? Know what I mean?

What's this got to do with us?

Hunny said for me not to werry about it - Maman's ideas don't usually last long.

He said: "Hab sum hay, an hab a nap. When you wake up, she'll hab fortygotted all about this 'walks' stuff. It's just Maman - her brain issa lot more 'active' than the rest of her."

I hope so. So does the Collie-Dawg.

Posted by Our Warren at 2:35 PM EST

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