The Hay Diaries

Friday, 16 December 2005

George's 12th Strand, Day Numbur 16
Now Playing: George's Christmas Story - Part III (Conclusion)
Topic: Da Lore
“Dis way!” Belinda called out across the Great Divide. “Come on, Hunny! Dis Way!”

The other Bridge Bunnies bolted to join her, all eyes peering hard into the misty centre of the Rainbow Bridge where the clouds gathered, so thin, yet so impenetrable, that separated worlds.

“Dis way!” They murmured amongst themselves, softly at first, and then louder. “Come dis way!”

“Come on, Hunny!” Cried Belinda, shifting her feet impatiently and waggling her ears. “Run dis way! I knows you sees me, you daft owd bugger! Now run dis way! Dat cloud behind you can’t ged ober Da Bridge!”

And Hunny, the eldest and wisest bunny of Our Warren, on the other side of the Great Divide, lifted up his heavy loppy ears and ran as he hadn’t run in recent memory.

Behind him rolled the great cloud, black as ink and menacing as a thunderhead. Inside it was contained five years of misery, particularly the memory of an August day before he’d come to Our Warren. Hunny remembered the heat of the sun bearing down on him that day, the fear, and the sadness of being OnAlone, a rabbit unloved and unwanted, in a cage with a sign on the front that said: “FOR SALE – RABBIT & CAGE - $25.00”

Inside of the cage there was no shade. There was no food. There was no water. And there was no Hope.

He was in that last stage of awful life for An Unwanted Easter Bunny, OnAlone: beloved by nobun and with nobunny there for him to love. His heart, like that of so many unwanted bunnies, was about to break - and there was none to care.

So the sun beat down on Hunny as he lay there amongst the other cast-offs of a sad, barren household, while all around him, the people came and went. And no one stopped, and no one looked, and no one noticed as they went about picking through the pieces of other peoples’ lives being sold at cut-rate prices, that a small life among them was about to give up on living in their egocentric world.

Now the memory of all that human uncaring and disinterested cruelty reared up behind Hunny, a vast cloud filled with the heartbreak of millions of other lost and abandoned Easter bunnies – and Hunny ran, leading other bunnies – bunnies who had also made the decision to leave the World Below to begin the mysterious journey to The Rainbow Bridge.

But Hunny had not made his final decision to leave on that hot August day that was pursuing him now – he had made his decision eight years later under entirely different circumstances. Because Maman had rescued him from the hot August sun, from the cage where the sign said “FOR SALE – RABBIT & CAGE - $25.00 – REDUCED…” to “$15.00… then “$10.00”… and finally, “$5.00.” And Maman had thrown the green paper “munny” at man who had left Hunny in that cage OnAlone, and had grabbed up Hunny and rushed him to safety at Our Warren.

So Hunny had lived eight years at Our Warren and he was happy there, first with his ideal bondmate, Maggie, and later, with Poet. He had gone to a place named “St. Luke's,” riding in his basket decorated with a big blue bow and silver streamers. He had taken part in Maman and Dadda’s wedding and gotten to sit on their wedding rings during the ceremony. He had watched Phil-the-Lad go off to the Navy and return all grown up in a handsome blue uniform.

And Hunny had been there to greet all the new bunnies who had arrived at Our Warren, like Belinda, and a little bunny who settled on the name of "George" (because he didn't have any other name). And Hunny stayed at Our Warren to grow old – older than most bunnies ever do.

But finally, the lure of The Rainbow Bridge became stronger, and it was time for me, Hunny to follow where so many of his Warren-mates had gone before. He was an old rabbit, An Honoured Elder Of His Tribe (as a very wise hoomin called him), and he knew it was time for him to leave Maman and Dadda behind and begin his journey to The Meadow. Hunny wasn’t sure what he would find there, but he had seen The Rainbow Bridge in Old Rabbit Dreams, and knew it was, above all, a safe place to be.

So with grace and dignity, he took his leave of Maman and Dadda and good Doctor Sharin. He had wished that they wouldn’t have cried as they did, but there was nothing he could do to change them. They would learn – eventually – as hoomins always learned – so slowly for a “smart” species. They would learn when they met up with him - and Maggie and Poet, and Hawthorn and Belinda and all of the other Bridge Bunnies who were waiting for them in The Meadow - when they, too, crossed The Rainbow Bridge. So Hunny left Maman and Dadda behind very quietly, very gently.

And just as he crossed over, he suddenly found other bunnies who had also left that day, and the great, black cloud of memory that was rushing down upon them all.

“Dis way!” He shouted to all the bunnies gathered with him and instinctively bounded off towards the spark he glimpsed in the distance.

“Dis way, bunnies!”

His back legs, which lately hadn’t responded to a thing his brain had told them, now suddenly worked perfectly, gathering under him and pushing, sending him flying as he hadn’t flown in years. The faint glow of the Rainbow Bridge was growing brighter. He lifted his large, heavy head and shouted over his shoulder to the crowd of bunnies following after him:

“Dis way, bunnies! Dis way!”

And the bunnies, some old, many young, heard his voice and followed behind in a great, fleeting group.

Out of the corners of his eyes, Hunny caught the sight of other shapes, fleeing as he was. It was only a glimpse, but he was certain he was seeing dwaggies and kitties and other animal shapes, all running free, all in the same direction towards lights that glittered, somehow, almost as brightly as the one for which he instinctively steered.

The black cloud of memory began to fall away behind them as the light before them grew.

“Dis way!” Called Hunny, encouraging all those who were running with him. “Dis way, bunnies!”

Now they were at the Bridge, passing under the great arch that suspended the glittering span across the Great Divide.

“Dis Way!” Shouted Belinda from her end.

Paws thundered and ears streamed in the wind. The roiling black cloud of memory reared up before the bridge, growing great like a wave against the shore, and then crashed into foam, defeated, to flow back into the World Below.

The bunnies crowded over the Rainbow Bridge and piled to a disorganised halt. They looked around in wonder.

A new world.

They stared.

And then –

“Hokay, ebberybunny, wookit ober heer…”

And there she was, an English Spot bunny with her ears pricked forward and her dark eyes bright, sitting up, paws patting, and her wiggling nose nuzzling each bunny within reach.

“I am Belinda Bunny, and dis issa Rainbow Bridge. Now come on ober to dat liddle houz an’ do whut da sign says - hab sum hay, habba nap - cos we gots sum to share.”

And over the crowd of bunnies Belinda winked at Hunny.

And that’s how it is at The End of the Rainbow Bridge, where the World Below touches the World to Come. There’s an English Spot bunny who waits in a little apple twig house beside The Rock at The End of The Rainbow Bridge, and she has maps of The Meadow that show where all the best look-out points are located, and where all the best clover patches are to be found. And she also has managed to gather together a selection of maps for other animals, so that she has a whole rack of “Maps 4 Dawgs” and “Maps 4 Catz,” so that no newcomer ever feels insecure or overcome upon arrival at The Meadow.

As this English Spot Bunny says, "Alla Us Togedder make a warren, and heer at dis Great Warren, dere is nebber NoBunny OnAlone!"

And this English Spot Bunny (whose name is Belinda Bunny) has very acute hearing, as does her placid, little blue-eyed, white Holland Lop companion (whose name is Hawthorn), and whenever either bunny detects the sound of bunny feet running in the distance from the memory of the past, they dash out of the little apple twig house, down the white pebble path and around The Rock, to The End of the Bridge. And they shout into the thin mists that separate the worlds,

“Dis way, bunnies! Come dis way!”

And when the new arrival speeds over the Bridge, and the painful parts of the past dissolve like foam and are forever left behind, Belinda Bunny gently nudges the newcomer with her anvil-shaped head, shoving him or her firmly up the white pathway where hangs the sign, “Hab sum hay – and habba nap. We gots sum to share. Alla Us Togedder - NoBunny OnAlone!”

-------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:55 AM EST

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Thursday, 15 December 2005

George's 12th Strand, Day Numbur 15
Now Playing: George's Christmas Story - Part II
Topic: Da Lore

Hawthorn was eating hay beside the clear little stream that cut through the middle of The Meadow.

“Hey you. I need twigs. Appul twigs.” Said Belinda Bunny.

Hawthorn looked up at her and blinked his bright blue eyes. His little loppy ears stood out horizontally from his head. Hearing was a new experience for him, since he had been deaf in the Life Below.

“Uh huh.” He said, and chewed his mouthful of hay thoughtfully.

“Go gedd’em.” Belinda urged, pushing him gently in the shoulder with her anvil-shaped head. “Cos dere’s udder bunnies comin’ an’ I fink dere hasta be sumplace good for dem to arribe at. And dere currently issn’t.”

Hawthorn resisted her push by planting his tiny Holland-lop feet four-square on the lush grass.

“Don’t’cha fink dat if dere was s’sposed to be a place to arribe at, it wuld hab, sort ob, well, you know,” he said, continuing to chewing carefully. “Alreddy been put dere? I mean, dis IS The Rainbow Bridge and The Meadow and it’s alreddy perfckt.”

And Belinda thought for a moment, with her black ears pricked forward as they always were when she was thinking.

“Well, they let me in to make it more perfeckt.” She said at last, with a certain amount of English Spot conviction. “Cos dat’s whut I do – I make fings bedder. Now go gedda twigs, hokay?”

And Hawthorn frowned, but he toddled off towards the grove of apple trees that grows in the midst of the Meadow.

And while he was there, gathering twigs in his little mouth, he met a number of the other Bridge Bunnies who were there browsing for chew-twigs. And in his sincere, Holland Lop way, he convinced them that it would be a good idea to also bring twigs to Belinda at the Rock At the End of The Bridge. It was always easier, he said (and the other Bridge Bunnies agreed), to do what Belinda wanted, because with or without help, she was pretty much going to do whatever it was that she had in mind anyway.

“Hunny’s comin’.” Belinda said when Hawthorn returned.

Hawthorn stopped in his tracks, dropped the twigs he was carrying and stared at her in loppy perplexity.

“How’d you werk dat wun out?”

But Belinda just nodded and blinked her dark, penetrating eyes and continued: “Hunny’s comin’. And he’s runnin’. An’ alla bunnies wif him are runnin’ just wike we did.” And with English Spot directness, she added, “I gotta hurry.”

And in her energetic, focused English Spot way, Belinda began arranging apple twigs into a sharp, peaky pile.

Before long, there was a respectable-looking pile of twigs beside the Rock At the End of The Rainbow Bridge.

“Hurry.” Urged Belinda. “Cos da past is chasin’ dem and dey are runnin’, ebbery bun ob dem.”

Inside her anvil-shaped head, Belinda knew what she wanted the collection of apple twigs to look like – a little twiggy house, with a round window beside the hole-shaped front door, with a little pointed roof over all. And she also wanted a pathway of nice, white stones that led from the End of The Rainbow Bridge, around the edge of the Rock, right to the little hole-shaped front door. And she most of all wanted a sign - a big, brightly lit sign - that said something nice, like maybe “WELCOME”, but whatever it said, it had to say it in huge, brilliant letters.

With her teeth, she stripped the bark off some twigs until she had a pile of small squares. Then she then put the squares of bark out on the grass to let them get wet in one of the small, delightful passing showers that rolled across the Meadow with reassuring regularity. And then she took the wet pieces of bark, straightened them all out and carefully piled them up and sat on them until they were flat.

Then she picked up the pile of flattened squares of twig-bark in her mouth and carried them off to a section of the Meadow where her indefatigable curiosity had once led her to visit.

This part of the Meadow was humid and hot. There were huge trees and vines hanging everywhere, and the ground was covered with a deep litter of leaves and strange plants the like of which she did not recognise. The creatures who lived here were very different too, to those she had previously encountered. Some of the creatures looked very like the hoomins she had come to know and love.

She took her little collection of flattened bark and raced through the hot, dripping trees where there was little sunshine. She went quickly and surely, confident that there were no predators in the Meadows here at The Rainbow Bridge.

And she was right.

Presently, she came upon one of the human-shaped creatures and in the Common Language of those who live in the extensive Meadows at The Rainbow Bridge, she communicated what she needed the human-shaped animal to do to help her. And the human-shaped animal, who knew about the cold, precise and deadly laboratories in the Life Below and knew about the great-hearted white bunnies who were also prisoners there, helped her, with a twig held dexterously between long fingers, using some “stuff” in pots. It took a little while, but the human-shaped animal understood exactly what Belinda needed and why she was in such great haste.

When the human-shaped creature had finished brushing “stuff” on to the little flattened squares of twig-bark, Belinda thanked him and allowed him to satisfy his curiosity about bunnies by touching her forward-pricked ears, and her wiggling nose and her alert, puffy tail that were so unlike his own. Then she took up the squares of twig-bark and charged at speed for her own section of The Meadow.

“I got maps.” She told Hawthorn upon her arrival back at the Rock at the End of The End of The Rainbow Bridge..

But when she surveyed the pile of twigs beside the Rock beside the Rainbow Bridge, it was still a pile of twigs.

“I gotta pikchur in my hed,” said Belinda, “But I dunno how to ged it outta my hed an innu dis pile ob twigs. And Hunny’s comin’ and I gotta ged dis done. I can’t be habbin’ wif dis…”

“Mebbe you aren’t s’sposed to.” Replied Hawthorn. “You allus hab bin one to be doin’ fings you aren’t s’sposed to do. Bemember Maman shoutin’ ‘NO BELINDA!’ at’choo?”

Belinda thought for a moment.

“Dat was den and dis is now.” She said.

Then she sat down beside the Rock and looked out over the Rainbow Bridge.

The curtain between Life Below and Life After was at its very thinnest, a mere veil as thin as spiders’ silk and just as strong. Her dark, intense gaze could penetrate it easily, and through the mists, she could see bunnies – white bunnies, black bunnies, English Spots, miniLops; bunnies with Rexy toes and helicopter ears, and bunnies with butterflies on their noses and bands around their eyes; bunnies with blue eyes, brown eyes, and ruby eyes, all fleeing in terror driven by the dark cloud of their pasts rolling on behind them.

And her penetrating gaze hardened and her ears stood up straight.

“I can’t be habbin’ wif dis!”

And like lightning, she turned, and directed her eyes on the pile of apple twigs.

“Well, don’t just lie dere doin’ nuffin’!” She commanded the pile. “Ebberybunny hassa part to play! We will work Alla Us Togedder! - Becos Nobunny is ebber gonna fink dey is ebber gonna be OnAlone! ebber again!”

And there was a bright flash, like lightning from a clear, blue sky. It didn’t come from the pile of twigs and it didn’t come from Belinda, nor from any one thing, but it came from all around, like the very air ignited with heatless fire.

And when Belinda looked again, there was the little house of her imagination, with the little hole for a door with the round little window beside it and the peaked twig roof arching over all.

Best of all, there was a huge, rectangular sign balanced on the very tippy top of the peaked roof and supported by longer twigs at either end. And picked out in tricky, brightly glowing letters, like leftovers from the brilliant flash that had built the house, were the words, “HAB SUM HAY.”

“Dat’s whut Hunny usta say.” Belinda said to Hawthorn. “’Hab sum hay and habba nap. I gots sum to share.’” And Belinda looked around at The Meadow and at the other bunnies who were gathered there around her.

“We gots lots to share.” She said to the assembly.

Bunny murmured to bunny and soon they were off in different directions, scattered as if by the gentle breeze that blew continuously through The Meadow.

Meanwhile Belinda hopped inside the house through the hole of a door and discovered that there was a small shelf, and a little table. She laid her stack of carefully lettered maps on the desk. Hawthorn made a few trips to build a stack of selected hay and installed a fragrant pile of dill.

Then the other bunnies began to return, bringing bundles of their favourite treats. Soon the little house was almost bursting with heaps of apples, raisins, Craisins™, bananas, strawberries, blueberries, kiwi fruits, almonds, sunflower seeds, and bundles of every herb imaginable. Outside Hawthorn’s single haystack had grown into several, with the hay sorted according to kind – oaten, Lucerne, alfalfa, timothy, orchard, and mixed. Each pile was neatly labelled with a little sign staked into the ground before it.

And some bunnies with an inclination towards engineering laid a pathway of smooth, white pebbles that reached from the End of the Bridge, around the Rock and led right to the hole of a doorway.

Just as the last pebble was put into place, Belinda’s ever-alert ears detected the faint vibrations of many paws thundering over frozen ground in the distance.

And Belinda ran – a black and white streak – down the little pebbled pathway, around the Rock and came to a halt at The End of The Rainbow Bridge.

--------By George

To Be Continued

Posted by Our Warren at 2:54 PM EST

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Wednesday, 14 December 2005

George's 12th Strand, Day Numbur 14
Now Playing: George's Christmas Story - Part I
Topic: Da Lore

Oncest Upon A Time...

There was a bunny named Belinda, who went to the Rainbow Bridge.

After all the happy meetings there, Belinda Bunny tried to settle down to waiting for the other bunnies to come from Our Warren.

Certainly The Meadow Beyond the Rainbow Bridge was pleasant. The grass grew just high enough for perfect binkies, and no matter how fast a bunny ran, or how high they jumped, or how erratic their course, The Meadow was always perfect for running. And the weather was always perfect, with regular sunshine and gentle, well-planned brief showers that refreshed and revived, with occasional bouts of thunder to toss in a little excitement. And then there was, of course, at least one snow-storm every now and then, which was always fun.

And there were the friends and sorely-missed bondmates that were now restored, like, dear, sweet Hawthorn, her blue-eyed white Holland-lop. He was here to sit with her again and to nudge her with his fuzzy flat head. Belinda had been secretly afraid she’d lost him when he'd gone on before her, and was delighted to have him back. The Power that watched over this Meadow place had cured the disfiguring cancer that had misaligned his little toofies, misshapen his dear little apple-shaped skull and finally extinguished his bright little life in the World Below.

And Willow was here! Silly Willow, the not-so-bright-but-always-loving, french-fry eating bunny who Maman had saved from a pet-store snake, was right here, paddling along on her huge feets, following right behind Belinda as she always had done before head-tilt had wrung her neck in the World Below.

Belinda saw so many bunnies who had come across the Bridge from the World Below, not just the special bunnies with whom she had shared Our Warren.

But although everything was perfect, it was not so perfect that an English Spot bunny could not think of ways to improve upon perfection.

So Belinda took to sitting at the very end of the Rainbow Bridge, next to a large rock, with her black ears pricked forward and her dark, intelligent eyes intent, staring off into the misty darkness that spanned the distance between the worlds.

Now at Christmastime, this curtain that separates the worlds wears very thin. The old year is passing; and the new year is yet to be in place, so here the curtain between the World Below and the World to Come is but the thinnest tissue. Not without reason do mortal beings tell of miracles, strange beings singing amongst the clouds of heaven, and animals who speak in the languages of men and angels on Christmas Eve. Here, where world touch and one breaks through into the other, is where those things that cannot be explained by human science or logic occur. Here are miracles and the genesis of faith, where human hope is born and where bunnies see with certainty free of the Sin of Adam.

So it was in late December (for so runs out the human calendar) that Belinda saw Hunny, the Elder of Our Warren, determine that the time had come for him to begin his journey to the Bridge.

And Belinda waited for him by the Rock at the End of the Bridge, with ears pricked, and eyes intent.

Hunny, oldest and wisest of the bunnies at Our Warren, was not afraid, she knew. He had been the rabbit who had counselled her to seek help in releasing her hold on life in the World Below in order to begin her own journey to the Rainbow Bridge. He had been able to see in Old Rabbit Dreams, the pathway to the Bridge, and how she must travel by night in order to arrive in the Light. It was because of his wisdom that she had been able to seek out Maman and Dadda in their bed, say good-bye to them there, and then leave with a peaceful heart.

But as she sat gazing toward the end of the Bridge where the curtain between life and Life was thinnest, she could see other bunnies, some of whom were struggling to leave for the safety of the Bridge, and not able, as she had not been able, to see that there was a Light that shown beyond the darkness that was enveloping them.

She remembered her life before coming to Our Warren.

On the Journey to the Bridge, one remembered so much.

And some of it was so horrible, that one ran, as fast as one could, from the overwhelming fear of those memories, driven by a terror so consuming that it blocked all sound except the beating of one’s own heart in one’s throat, and the thudding of one’s paws over the frozen ground. One ran, because that’s all you could do – out-run the on-rushing black cloud of memory; run until the lungs burned and the legs were weak with effort. Run, run, continue to run towards the faint, flickering glow that was the Bridge in the Distance.

Run from the wire cages, the filth, the empty water bottles, the rain, and the fright-filled night! Run from the cold, clean laboratories of torment and death! And run from the predators: the vicious humans with their dogs and their fire and their gas and their guns. Outrun hunger so vicious that a bunny alone in a cage in a cold and cheerless barn would gnaw its own paws in desperation. Outrun the countless acts of cruelty that the stronger visit upon the weak and voiceless because they can. Outrun the horror and the sadness. Outrun the silent cry of a hopeless, broken heart.

Run, because to stand still means to be overtaken by the memory of unhappiness so profound that there can be no expression beyond the scream that goes unheard in the wilderness of despair.

And that is the wasteland of memory that lies before the Bridge.

Belinda remembered it well.

“I can’t be habbin’ wif dis.” She muttered and shook her anvil-shaped head.

And yet, she knew it was what “had to be”, because without the pursuing terror of memory, bunnies might not find their way to the Rainbow Bridge, and once finding it, might hesitate to cross the Great Divide that the shining arch spanned. There had to be some impetus that drove them across and that impulse was the memory that bunnies share, of cruelty, abuse, and fear that is known only to those who are born into life as prey.

“But still,” Said Belinda. “I can’t be habbin’ wif dis.”

Because she had come to Our Warren in her third year of Life Below, and found herself in a house with Hunny and Maggie and Heatherington, and Phil-the-Lad and, of course, Maman.

There hadn’t been much in the way of what Maman called “munny” – which was something which was apparently needed to secure large amounts of hay and pellets and those lovely green veggytables; and there hadn’t been much in the way of “creetchur comforts”, but there was a lot of love. Belinda had gotten many, many pets, and had been given all kinds of things that, while they were very perplexing, were pleasant, indeed.

And in her great rabbit heart, she had learned to give these same perplexing but very pleasing things to other rabbits. Where Hunny, who was somewhat what Belinda called, “skatty”, sat and told stories and taught bunnies The Lore (that he said every bunny should know), Belinda set about making every bunny feel as secure and happy and as “at home” as she did.

So she nursed the sick, befriended the friendless, and most of all, welcomed the newly adopted and showed them the ways to get on in Our Warren.

Of course, there had been times when she’d had to have a few pootie wars to establish just who was “in charge,” but because she was an English Spot Bunny, and quite large with exceptional powers of digestion, she had prevailed in all of them. Even at the end, when she was terribly, terribly “sik”, and her pooties weren’t at all what they should have been and she had no idea why when she was chowing down three salads a day and all the treats she could fit her teeth around, she had still proved herself to be Top Bunny to that belligerent Netherlands Dwarf bunny named “Mouse”.

Well, what Belinda had done in the Life Below, she could certainly carry on doing here in the Life After.

If Terror drove bunnies over the Bridge, she could at least do what she did best and do something reassuring about their arrival at The Meadow.

Because The Meadow was safe.

That was important to let a new bunny know.

Safe.

Race for your life.
Stay out ahead of the Terror.
Get to the Bridge.
And
Now
You are SAFE!

Yes.

But how to tell bunnies who were new to The Meadow this wonderful news?

So she settled into loaf position there beside the Rock at The End of the Bridge, and did what any English Spot bunny would do: she had a “fink”.

This lasted quite awhile.

And when the while had ended, Belinda Bunny stood up, stretched and yawned, and pricked her pointed black ears forward and narrowed her dark, intelligent eyes.

And then she hopped off to find Hawthorn.

-----------------By George

To Be Continued Tomorrow…

Posted by Our Warren at 3:59 PM EST

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Monday, 12 December 2005

George's 12th Strand, Day Numbur 12
Now Playing: George Begins His Christmas Story
Topic: Da Lore

Hullo agin and welcome toda Hollydays!

It is Tradishunal to tell stories atta Hollydays.

In fakt, da Winter issa most tradishunal time inna year for bunnies to sit togedder, keeping warm and telling each udder stories to pass da time, and to pass on Da Lore to each and ebberybun.

You will notice dat menny hoomins hab told wunnerful stories around dis same time, too, and prob'ly forda same reasons! But if you fink aboudd'it, hoomin writers wike Hans Christian Anderson and Charles Dickens hab left us stories to read during da Hollydays, and dere are lots of Myfs and Legends, stories aboudda udder Lore, dat are told during da Hollydays, dat we all, ebbery hoomin and ebberybun, bemembers well.

Ebben da werd "hollydays" hassa widdle story to tell aboud how it came to be a werd tied up to dees speshul days obba year.

Yeah.

Originally, da werd used to describe dis time ob year was Holy Days, only what wif a wotta use, and hoomins mis-hearing it and and saying it fast and all, it got shortened and slurred togedder so dat it comes out to be Hollydays which is preddy much hokay, becos a wong time ago in Inkwand (where Our Warren's Dadda was borned and where Our Maman usta lib) da hoomins dere usta fink dat da Holly Tree wassa berry speshul tree onna'count obba fakt dat it stays green inna Winter and doesn't drop its leaves like a reg'lar tree.

So "Hollydays" preddy much can cobber alla days around dis time, when sunshine is in short supply, anna nights are long and cold, and dere is wots ob time to sit close togedder to tell stories.

Becos dees days are Holy to menny hoomins, and dere issa wotta Holly around to dekorate and adda touch ob happy green stuff to please da eye and comfort da heart, ebben if you can't eat it - cos it beminds you dat Spring will come agin shortly and bring more green stuff which is tasty.

So I ahb been finking aboud stories, and abbouda Tradishuns ob Our Warren. And I realised dat we habbn't been habbing enny stories just now, mainly becos we don't hab Hunny heer wif us dis year.

Now Hunny wassa Elder Rabbit ob Our Warren.

And he left forda Rainbow Bridge on 5 January 2005, which is almost a year ago. And he was Not Afraid.

But he was heer to tell us stories at dis time wast year, and he was heer to tell me aboudda Lore bifore he left. Cos he sed, "Rabbits do not Grow Old, Babby George, we Grow 'Tellygint. And You, Babby George, are a Youngbun and you must grow 'Tellygint becos I amma Elder Bun and can't stay heer forebber. Sumbun is gonna hab to lern Da Lore and pass it on, and dat sumbun is gonna be you. Now hab sum hay anna nap, and den wisten."

And wun obba udder fings Hunny told me, was: "Knowing issa gift you share wif udders. You become 'Tellygint by sharing."

And Hunny wassa berry 'Tellygint bunny, cos he shared a lot wif me.

And becos ob Hunny, I am still trying to become 'Tellygint. So I will share whut I know, and mebbe, dat way, I will find out more. Cos Hunny sed, "You gib, you get."

And I, George, am going to try and carry onna Tradishun, just wike Hunny axted me to do.

So.

It is cold outside, and dere is only a widdle bit ob sunshine and most ob it is filtered thru clouds and widdle bits ob snow, so we can all get close, Alla Us Togedder.

And heer is hay to hab (and dere is wots to share, just wike Hunny sed), so we can be comfortyable while I will tell you A Hollyday Story dat I hab been finking aboud alla da last few nights, dat I hab been putting togedder heer, inside ob my hed.

Anna story begins wike dis...

Oncest Upon A Time...

--------- By George

To Be Continued tomorrow...

Posted by Our Warren at 10:42 AM EST

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Sunday, 4 December 2005

George's 12th Strand, Day Number 4
Now Playing: Outta Harm's Way

...And I'm Back.

Dis issa bizzy time heer at Our Warren. Yestidday, Maman and Dadda got out alla stuff frumma basemint and started to decorate da house.

Yeah.

Furst there wassa liddle problem, though.

Maman hassa special set ob liddle statues dat she calls da Nativity dat Bim (which is her Dadda) gived her her a long time ago. They are berry 'spensib, for one fing, and fora'nudder, well, they were a gift frum her Dadda dat she has carried wif her ebberywhere she has gone ober da years, so they are 'pecial to her.

Well, don'tcha know dat wun ob da statues gots brokin by da movers who moved Alla Us Togedder frumma Old House to dis House. It wass statue obba Shepherd-Boy Wiffa Liddle Lamb and becos it was brokin and hadda be glued and now would Nebber Be Da Same, Maman cried ober it a liddle.

And den she hadda fink ob sumwheres to put da Nativity where it would be Outta Harm's Way.

Now Outta Harm's Way means dat sumfing is where it can't get hurted, messed up or udderwise screwed up by ennybun or ennyfing.

Dat's whut Maman sed.

Outta Harm's Way seems to me to mean dat sumfing is inna a place where it is safe frum getting smacked wiffa Dawg tail, getting knocked ober by a cat, or invistigated by a bunny.

Dat's whut I fink.

Cos Maman put dat Nativity on top obba curved-glass china closet inna Libbing Room where nobun 'cept Da Dawg issa'llowed to go, and ebben Da Dawg can only go dere if he is answering da Frunt Door (as is part ob his Job). Now sumtimes, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat sneaks innu Da Libbing Room in order to Sleep Inna Sunbeam, but mostly, Maman chases him out as soon assa sumbean has moved on, so you can see dat dat Room is preddy much "Off Limits" to ebberybun. She ebben chases Dadda outta dere when he wants a nap ("Dat's whut dey invented beds for." She says.) and she always chases Phil-da-Lad outta dere when he finks he's gonna sit down ("You want to play the piano, that's fine, but otherwise, you leave. That's why they invented Sitting Rooms." She says.)

So I got to finking about dis Outta Harm's Way stuff dat is going on, anna fakt dat Maman seemed to be creating a lotta places to be declared Outta Harm's Way alla sudden.

And Missy sed dat it is preddy much bizznezz as usual for Maman about dis time ob year, dat it is preddy much like when Poet used to build a nest in her and Hunny's habbytat ebbery year: It was stoopit (because Poet wasn't going to hab enny kits), and it caused a lotta fuss (mainly to Hunny, onna'count obba fakt dat Poet used mostly Hunny's butt fur, freshly pulled, to line da nest) and it was usually temporary (becos after a week or so, whenit occured to Poet dat she wasn't going to hab kits, she fortygoted aboutta nest and Maman would throw it away.). Poet builded nests, Missy says, and Maman nests da house. It all da same fing.

Missy sed it was more like Temporary Insanity den ennyfing else, and we would have to just wait it out.

And besides, as she pointed out, going into da Libbing Room is preddy useless atta best ob times, becos dere is nothing in the Libbing Room. It seems to be owned by a warren ob Rabbits Dat Hab No Smell, dat nebber move and dat don't tawk. So dere is not much point in going in dere ennyways.

So wast night, I was inna habbytat, waiting for my raisins.

And I mean, Raisins dat sweet treat, so wrinkly, so nice to eat. Ah, Raisins!: da berry light perfume dat lingers onna whiskers as soon assa lips touch da wrinkled surface, da lubbly pop between da toofies assa slightly tough skin gibs way to da tender, sugary sweetness inside! Raisins! Raisins! Raisins!

How I lub dem!

So I was doing my liddle circle dance, going round and round and round, and Dadda was laughing at me as round and round I went.

And I was dancing, dancing for the sheer Joy ob Raisins!

Raisins!
Raisins!
Raisins!

And Dadda put da Raisins in da bowl...

And I did a beautiful Rainbow Leap Binky, the lovely Arch Obba Raisin...(dat has been compared to a white streak ob lighting arching ober two points in space)...

And felt something wet hit my butt.

Well, these fings happen.

But a true Raisin Devotee cannot allow his artistry to be derailed by some water, you know?

So I sat dere, munching raisins, revelling in the sweetness (and pushing Missy's fat head outta the bowl - cos if you don't, she will scarf up alla dose raisins faster den a Hoover going full-bore) whin I feel my butt going up inna air - and I mean, it's cold habbin your butt lifted when it's wet wif alla dis Winter Cold coming inna Back Door frumma Dawg going in-and-out frumma Back Gardin!

And here's Dadda picking up my butt outta my wadder-dish and trying to wipe me off wiffa towel!

And I'm chewing raisins and finking, "Whutdaheck?" Wif my butt inna air.

Talk about being side-tracked!

And den, Dadda puts me down, and I can feel dat I'm preddy damp around da edges, so to speak, but you know, a bunny can do a bedder job ob cleaning and drying himself off den enny well-intentioned towel. So I go back to gedding my share obba Raisins - which wif Missy around, issn't going to last more den a few sekonds. Your Window Ob Oppertunity to get them with her around is preddy slim unless you are a RILLY fast eater or know how to pouch a bunch ob them innu your cheeks (Dis issa berry useful trick I learned to do frum Hunny who also hadda live wiffa berry large, beautiful, and over-all berry strong-minded and sucessful bunwife.).

And Dadda was wike, "George, slow down!"

And I'm not stopping to talk (becos dat will gib Missy more time to pick up the raisins) but I'm finking, "Whut are you, nuts?"

And he says to Maman, "Look at dat silly bunny. He jumped right into his water dish to get at those raisins and didn't even stop chewing while I picked him up and dried him off. What a pig!"

And sure enuf, Maman reaches innu da habbytat and moves da wadder crock ober. Den she looks down, and smiles and says,

"There. We should have done that before - poor little guy. Now at least the crock is Outta Harm's Way."

----------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 9:42 AM EST

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Thursday, 1 December 2005

Dadda: GEORGE!
Me: I didn't do it.
Dadda: I WANT A WORD WITH YOU, BOY!
Me: Whut?

Cos heer is me, in my habbytat, doing nuffin, while Dadda is coming down frum uppystairs whereda conversayshun has been going sumfing wike dis:

Dadda: What?
Cokie: Yeowp
Dadda: No.
Cokie: Yeowp!
Dadda: I said, no.
Cokie: Yeowp!
Dadda: I told you, you'll get fed in an hour.
Cokie: Ah-merow.
Dadda: Okay, so now it's half-an-hour.
Cokie: Err-owow.
Dadda: If you don't get your claws out of me, I'm seriously going to contemplate playing "Whack-A-Mole" with your head.
Cokie: Mer-Owl!
Dadda: Shut up.
Cokie: Yeowl.
Dadda: Which part of "piss off" don't you understand?
Cokie: Mer-owl!
Beep: Meep.
Dadda: Where the hell did you come from, Madam?
Cokie: errrl.
Dadda: Will you two give it a rest?
Cokie: Wrrrl!
Dadda: I'm going to have a word with George. He's got you buggers all wound up. It's his Blog, isn't it? That's what's done it. A little publicity and now you lot expect me to pay attention to you. Well, shove off. Forget about it. You're not getting your dinners early. Do you hear me? I don't care how famous you are. Dinner will be served at the same time it's always served and not a moment before. Now go away and stop bothering me!
Cokie: Mer-umph. Yeowl.
Beep: Meep.
Dadda: Oh for goodness'....GEORGE!

And heer he comes.

Wiffa Cat and sumhow dis is sus'posed to be my fault.

And heer is Maman.

Maman: Whutsamatta with the Dawg?
Dadda: Whutduyamean, whuttsamatta with the Dawg?
Maman: He's standing at the top of the stairs.
Dadda: Why's he standing there?
Maman: That's what I'm asking you.
Dadda: I just let him out of the Study when I came down here.
Maman: Did you leave Beep up there?
Dadda: Yes...
Maman: Well, there you are then. He's waiting for his cat.
Dadda: But I'm going to take their food back upstairs to them. And if I let the Dawg back into the Study, he'll eat their dinners for them and I'll only have to chase him back down.
Maman: So why is Cokie down here?
Dadda: I don't know.
Cokie: Mer-owl.
Dadda: Shut up. Who asked you?

So ober in his habbytat, I hear Mouse saying: "It's now 9:57 and 'Law & Order' comes on in three minutes. If I'm not in that Sitting Room in three minutes..."

And Dadda looks ober at Mouse and says to Maman:
Dadda: Isn't it time for "Law & Order"?
Maman: Oh.
Dadda: Did you forget?
Maman: Perish the thought. Lemme get Mouse. No, wait, let me go turn on the television. Mouse fusses if he doesn't he hear the theme-song.
Dadda: He fusses when he hears the theme-song.
Maman: Either way, he fusses.
Cokie: YEOWL!
Dadda: You stepped on the fur on his tail.
Maman: Not on his tail, though, right?
Dadda: No, just on his fur.
Maman: Good. Lemme try again. Hey, Cokie!
Dadda: Well, that's done it. Now he's offended.
Maman: And that differs from before, how? Can you give me a hand pushing Mouse, please? Just a little bit this way, now rolllll, okay, okay, over the rug, bump, li'l bump and we got it and heeeer we are! That's a good little Mousie...lemme get his cereal...
Dadda: That's little Mouse-sky. Here we go...
Cokie: Yeowl!
Dadda: Sheesh, Cat, shut up. Yes, I know, I promised you.
Mouse: *Thump*
Maman: Yes, Mouse, we're coming!
George: *Thump*
Maman: Here's some raisins for sweetie MissyBun, my widdle Georgie-boy, anna Clover-gurl, anna Beeb... yes, Mouse! Hold on! Oh good God, Cokie, get out from under my feet! ACK!
Dadda: Damned Dawg!
Maman: You don't think these guys are spoilt, do you?

Do I fink we're spolit? No. In fakt, I fink we need bedder help around heer, I rilly, rilly do.

And more raisins. Deffynitly more raisins.

--------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 8:22 AM EST

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Wednesday, 30 November 2005

George's 11th Strand, Day Numbur 30
Now Playing: Why Can You Eat Your Own &$^%#ed Food?
Topic: The Next Generation

Tiday Maman and I looked atta website:

Disapproving Rabbits

Yeah.

I approve ob dis website. It totally illy-strates my feelings concerning sumfing dat is currently going on around heer dat involves dat all-imporatnt madder: FOOD.

You know whut's happinin?

Lemme tell you.

It all started wiffa Catz. Most fings do.

We hab two Catz: Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and Beep-da-Cloo-Less (her name says it all). Dey mainly hab decided dat dey wanna lib uppystairs inna Study where dey hab dere Own Sofa, dere Own Winders, and dere Own Bed inna Guest Room. Dey also hab dere Own Bafroom wiffa Shower, but Cokie goes toda Groomers wiffa Dawg, so dey don't bother wiffa shower. Much.

So, to keep downna complaints (and Cokie has plenty obb'em), Dadda has taken da 'Lektrik De-Lux Pootie Box and Containmint Unit up dere for dem, and ebbery nite, he makes Da Trek uppystairs frumma Kitchin wiffa cans ob Catz Food for dem. And ebbery free weeks, Dadda lugs a twenty-five pound bag ob Kitty Kibble uppastairs toda Study for dem, too.

So you'd fink dey wuld feel preddy es'peshul, lemme tell you.

But, being catz, dey don't. Cos catz don't wike ennyfing. It's just part ob dere natchur not to wike ennyfing, becos whutebber you do fora cat, it is just nebber, ebber quite, 'zactly whutta cat wanted you to do inna furst pwace.

Now Dawgs, onna udder paw, are preddy easy. Dey wike ebberyfing. 'Speshully Border Collies. 'Speshully food. And Border Collies don't just wike whutcha do for dem, dey lub it and want'chu to keep on doing it ober and ober and ober.

And dis applies 'speshully to food in bowls.

If you fill one bowl up, and you gotta keep on doing it - ober and ober and ober. And dey don't rilly care all dat much if it's Dere Own Food Bowl or Sumbunny Else's Food Bowl - Border Collies just LUBS a full bowl ob food.

And bunnies wike treats. We wike most treats, but each ob us has our favourites. Mouse is 'speshully fond ob cereal treats dat Maman gibs him whin he's watching "Law & Order". He likes Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal da best and doesn't wike it whin Maman goes fru da Kitchin and doesn't gib him enny. So he waits by da side ob his habbytat and stands up wif his nose inna air whin he hears her coming, and if he doesn't get enny treats, well, Mouse does a berry, berry GOOD disapproving wook, as you can see:

So Mouse wasn't gedding alla treats dat he wanted, anna catz were habbing a full bowl ob kibble, 'cept forda fakt datta Dawg was coming uppastairs and emptying it for dem. Several times a day.

And dere wassa wotta disapproval going on around Our Warren.

Anna catz didn't wike datta Dawg was eating dere kibble. So dey complained to Dadda.

So Dadda shutted da uppystairs door toda Study, which meant datta Catz was uppystairs wif him while he was Werkin, anna Dawg was downnastairs habbing Seperation Anxiety wif us.

So Mouse began to *thump*, to tell Maman dat sumfing was wrong wiffa Dawg.

Atta same time, da sound obba Dawg peeping and habbing his Anxiety Attack stawted up Beep-da-Stoopid-Cat who was uppastairs inna Study to begin habbing Issues about Her Dawg being shut downnastairs, so she stawted nagging at Dadda who was trying to Werk.

Well, dis didn't go down so good wif Dadda, so he told Beep to "Piss off".

Now you gotta unnerstan dat we all speak "British" as well as "'Murrican" Inkwish heer, and dis is onna'count ob becos Dadda comes frum someplace called "Summerset" in Inkwand. So "piss off" is sort ob wike Maman saying, "Hokay, go away." It is not as serious as, "Wookit, you're gedding on my last nerb, now GED OUT!" which in Dadda-speak wuld be anudder set ob two werds (wun ob which I am not alloud to type). So Beep just got told to mildly go away and stop annoying Dadda.

But, being a Cat, she taked it da wrong way and wint and peed onna floor beside da De-Lux Litter-Box and Containmint Unit, where Dadda discobbered it when he walked innit in bare feets on his way toda bafroom...

Meanwhile, da Dawg was downnastairs habbing anna'tack ob Seperatshun Anxiety ober da door being closed toda Study so he wuldn't eat alla food outta da Catz kibble bowl. And he's walking back and forf, and making peeping sounds, dat upsetted us becos we were trying to sleep.

And Beebe calls innu da Kitchin, "Yo! Dawg! Shaddup!"

Anna Dawg comes toda door obba Bun Room and says, "Wookit, I'm hungry. And I'm being Exklooded!"

And I'm wike, "Whutdaheck is 'Exklooded'?"

Anna Dawg says, "It's being shunned, thrown outta da Pack! It's the worst thing that could happen to a dawg! It's being OnAlone! I'll starve!"

And Missy wooks atta Dawg, shakes her hed and says, "Wookit, Dawg, you are not OnAlone. You're heer, wif us, inna Warren. Maman's just uppastairs inna Study, too, so it's not wike you're frown outta house or ennyfing. And as for starving, dere is dat kibble stuff in your dinner bowl. What are you, nuts?"

Anna Dawg whined at her, "Does dis mean you're gonna wet me be a bunny?"

And Missy, who can wook berry disapproving and also hassa rilly good sense ob sarcasm, wooked at him again and sed, "Yeah, you can be a bunny. A great, big, rilly stoopit black and white bunny wiffa stoopit plume obba tail. So you go hab sum hay anna lie-down and you'll be fine."

Anna Dawg who can be not bright but highly enthusiastic starts wagging his tail back and forf, and bifore you know it, he's snuffling along da Bun Room floor, snorting up pellets, pooties and bits ob hay.

And Clover, who libs wif Beebe wooks ober at Missy and says, "You know dat idiot is gonna get sik."

And Missy sorta shrugs and settles down innu loaf position and says, "Yeah, but if he's stoopit enuf to eat pellets, den he deserbs it." And she calls down toda Dawg, "Dat's rite, bunnies allus share! Alla Us Togedder, Nobunny OnAlone!"

And Clover shaked her ears and sed, "Missy, dat's not rite. But it's funny."

Anna two gurls watched da Dawg snuffling up pellets, pooties, strands ob hay anna lotta dust dat he found unnerneaf ob Mouse.

And den downnastairs comes Dadda, wif Cokie-da-Fat-Cat trailing behind. And Dadda says toda Dawg, "You wanna go Outside?" and adds, "Chase'a squirrels?" Which is wike axting iffa bunny wants to habba raisin.

Da ansur is allus "yes."

So out goes da Dawg, anna Fat Cat sidles up to da Dawg's food bowl, looks inside and says softly, "Oooo! Lunch!"

And starts eating Dawg kibble.

So Maman comes downnastairs and she says to Dadda, "Wook at dat. Da Cat is eating da Dawg's kibble."

And Dadda says, "Da Dawg ate da Cat Kibble."

So Maman wooked outta winder innu da Back Gardin and says to Dadda, "Da Dawg is being sik."

And Dadda joins her atta winder and wooks, and says, "He's prob'ly been eating bunny pellets."

And Maman wooks at us and axts Missy, "And whut hab YOU been eating?"

And Missy stares back at her, all disapproving, wike, "Whut?"

And Dadda wooks at Missy and den atta rest ob Our Warren, and sighs, and he picks uppa Fat-Cat and says, "Whydaheck can't you eat your own damn food?"

And Cokie-da-Fat-Cat sed...

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:55 AM EST

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Tuesday, 29 November 2005

George's 11th Strand, Day Numbur 29
Now Playing: For Alla Those Who By Nite Do Travel

I just heered dat Alice, anudder bunny-child dat I know, has left forda Rainbow Bridge.

And dis day issa same day but yeers bifore I came to Our Warren day dat Our Bim who was Maman's Dadda, also left forda Rainbow Bridge. And Maman's Mawmie left to be wif him just a week ago.

Da Rainbow Bridge issa bizzy place.

Cos it was not so long ago dat Our Belinda and Our Hunny, da two Top Bunnies ob Our Warren left us to go there, too. And bifore dem Our Willow, and Our SnoBall ExFosta, and Our Mouse's Luckie-Bun, and Our Heatherington, and Our Belinda's Hawthorn wiffa bloo eyes and widdle loppy ears, and Our Hunny's Maggie and also His Poet left forda Rainbow Bridge, too.

So menny, menny bunnies. Too menny to type alla names heer inna Blog; so menny friends, so menny noo stars inna midnight skies streatching high ober-hed, wooking down heer on us...

And our Maman cried and cried, wif tears ob salt wadder running down her face each time sumbunny left Our Warren.

Not just becos she was sad dat dey left, but also becos she was still left heer and culdn't go wif dem. Maman is berry afraid ob ennybunny being left OnAlone.

And so ebbery time sumbunny left Our Warren, Maman wuld light a candle and tell us aboudda Rainbow Bridge - which is hokay, ob course, 'cept dat Our Hunny had alreddy told us abouddit, onna'count obba Rainbow Bridge is pawt obba Da Lore that ebberybunny knows, that is passed down frum nose to ear, frumma Eldest Bunny toda YoungestBun inna Warren.

And bunnies travel, you see, frum wun place to anudder. And we take Da Lore wif us.

Tommy Bun-Tucker issa bunny who libs in Noo Yawk now assa Elder Bun, but he didn't allus lib dere. Inna beginning whin he wassa liddle young-bun, he libbed sumwhere's else, near to Auntie Grace, but Auntie Laura Bun-Tucker away in Noo Yawk was short-obba-bunny, so Auntie Grace gotted Tommy frum Auntie Dawn, I fink it was, becos Tommy was wiffoud a home, and Auntie Grace taked him onna Hareplane to Washington.

And den Auntie Grace taked Tommy-inna-carrier and was gonna go sumplace wiff him, but she didn't, and so she wasn't atta Pentygon whenna Terrorists flied a plane innu it. She was onna road to deliber Tommy-inna-carrier to Auntie Jane and Unkle Tom.

And Auntie Jane and Unkle Tom met Maman and Phil-da-Lad wiffa car, and gabe Tommy-inna-carrier to dem, and Maman and Phil-da-Lad drove Tommy-inna-carrier up to a place wif steem trains in Pencil-vain-ya, and gabe Tommy-inna-carrier to Auntie Laurie Garner, and she taked Tommy-inna-carrier to Auntie Laura Bun-Tucker, and he was in his Forebber Home in Noo Yawk where he grew to become an Elder Bun.

And alla way onna road, Tommy kept Da Lore inside ob him, knowing dat he culd trust dees crazy hoomins to carry him frum hand to hand inna-carrier, becos deep inside ob dem, dey beliebed inna Da Lore, too.

Our Hunny sed datta Da Lore is more den just knowing aboudda Rainbow Bridge, it is aboud beliebing inna Great Cyrckle: how we begin, and end, all atta same place, only more 'Tellygint.

It is wike dis:
We come from Light innu darkness and see Light.
And we travel toward Light in Light, growing Brighter as we grow.
And we share Light for as long as it shines upon us here...

But there is Light that comes from Someplace Else and we allus go toward dat Brightness.

Follow da Light; Grow in Brightness, Hunny sed.

And at last, we will see da Rainbow Bridge shinging through the darkness, and we go towards that, where all ob our friends are waiting for us, and alla hoomins who lubbed us, alla'round, waiting to make dat Final Journey toward da Great Light dat Shines Inna Distance.

And it is FRUM dis Greatest Ob All Lights where we began, and where we, Alla Us Togedder, come Togedder at last.

And dis, issa Great Cyrkle obba Da Lore.

Atta Rainbow Bridge dere is brightness wike we hab nebber seed, Our Hunny telled me, and Da Meadow shines beyond it. He sed da Light nebber stops shining inna Meadow, and dat dere is allus just enuf rain, wiffa sun shining fru it, sodat da Rainbow Bridge is allus glowing brightly through the darkness like a arch fru Space and Time.

And Our Hunny sed dat becos we bunnies hab Da Lore and can see fings dat hoomins can't see, and so we are nebber afraid. But Hoomins can't see wike we can, and so dey wander, not allus knowing da way, and dey gets lost inna mists anna fogs.

We bunnies are Childer Obba Light while hoomins are Childer Obba Mists. Dat dis happined a wong, wong time ago, and dat while dere is nuffin' we can do abouddit atta momint, it will be put rite sumday, but for now, dis is how it is. So we are diffrunt Childer but we come frumma Same Place! Which is howcome we journey on, Alla Us Togedder.

And Our Hunny sed to me:
"Widdle George, hoomins light candles inna dark so dat dey can find dere way. So dey light candles for us, too, finking dat we needa same help as dem to see. Dat's nice ob dem, but we can see just fine. I can see da Bridge, wike I telled Belinda. When it is your turn, you will seeda Bridge, too, and whin you see it, be sure to tell alla youngbuns in your Warren what you see, and how it wooks, so dey will know dat dey don't needa hoomin candles to find dere way toit, datta Bridge is dere, shining fru da dark, and dat ebben those who travel by nite, can find it. Just follow da Light, widdle George. Keep following Light."

So Maman is lighting a candle for Alice Bunny, finking dat she is helping her to find da pafway to da Rainbow Bridge.

And dis is kind of Maman.

But I wish dat I culd get her to unnerstan' her whut I alreddy know: dat rabbits follow da Light, and go on, from Light to Light to Bright.

But I know can unnerstan' why she cries, and I know why she is sad. She has her own Lore and it is long and complykated, and she writes buks abouddit, but she still cries, mainly becos she misses alla bunnies dat hab libbed heer in Our Warren bifore, and alla hoomins who hab helped to make her who she is.

Yeah.

And I can unnerstand dat. Cos I miss Hunny and his allua habbin' hay to share, and Belinda and her, "I can't be habbin' wif dis!"

But I gotta go on, lemme tell you, growin' 'Tellygint, and spreading Da Lore and libbing as an Urban HouseRabbit.

Light innu Light innu Bright.

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 10:38 AM EST

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Monday, 28 November 2005

George's 11th Strand, Day Numbur 28
Now Playing: Makin' A List...

Well, its anudder Manic Monday. Maman waked up all fulla Stuff for Our Warren to do. And dis is mainly onna'count ob her Lists dat are hanging all ober da Big White Box Dat Has Food Innit, which is Maman's natchural posting-place for Lists.

But Maman waked up all noisy and cheerful. And we wassn't.

Hab you ebber had dat?

You're waking up nice and slow, chewing onna strand ob hay rilly peaceful wike, and den sum person comes steaming innu da Bun Room atta'thousand miles-per-hour, making all kinds ob noise, all cheerful aboutta "Good Morning, Bunnies!" and "Wakey, wakey, Bunnies!".

And you habba wook outta'da winder, and its all dark and cwoudy out, and its cold (and you know dis onna'count obba fakt datta Dawg has alreddy stuck his nose innu Dadda's ear and waked him up by way ob axting to go Outside, and Dadda has grumbled his way out innu da Bun Room and opined da Back Door to let outta Dawg, and letted inna'blast ob cold air rite up your butt) and you wook at dis cheerful, most-ob-all Loud person, and you fink:

"Whutdaheck is up wif you?"

So we gots Maman all awake and dwinking coffee outta her big cup and most-ob-all, being determinedly cheerful (which sucks, lemme tell you!).

And whut is worse, I fink, is dat she's bin making Lists.

AnOnTopObDis, da tellyphone is ringing for Dadda's business, wif alla dis drawing werk dat people's want done for dem.

Which is good, I susspose, cos Dadda says dat werk for him means carrots for us.

And he says Alla Us Togedder here at Our Warren take a whole'wotta werk, not to menshun carrots, which are a whole'nudder story.

But back toda Lists...

Phil-da-Lad was heer, and now he hassa List posted onna Big White Box Dat Has Food Innit. Atta top obba List it says, "Phil's Christmas List".

And den dere is sum writing unnerneaf, like:
"P - pp. 43 LE - blu"
And:
"A - pp. 147 LE - pk"
And den a tellyphone numbur, I fink. And den sum more writings and sum "!!!!!" and "????" and stuff wike dat.

Nestest todat, dere issa'nudder List dat says: "P'ton Mkt" and dat issa long List dat goes on and on and on. Maman keeps adding to it, too, almost every time she wooks inna Big White Box Dat Has Food Innit.

Atta bottom it says in thin, red handwriting: "Gedda Turkeys to take to Fr. Dirk!!!"

Just why Father Dirk wants turkeys, I dunno. He's da priest at St. Luke's where I go sittin' in Hunny's Church Baskit wiffa big bloo blow. Howebber, if Maman finks he needs dem, he's gonna gedd'em.

And DEN dere's anudder List dat says:
"Stuff to Do" and dat's anudder long list. Maman putted dat wun up Wast Nite bifore she went to bed, and dat's da wun dat she is adding to dis morning.

Dadda hadda wook at dat List while he was habbin a glass ob milk and waiting forda Dawg to ged tired ob wooking forda squirrels early dis mawning bifore Maman waked up. And he didn't wook happy. Nedder did Dadda whinna Dawg finally commed in; Dadda knows as well assa rest ob us dat whin Maman geds dees Idees and stawts making Lists we're all gonna be turned upside down until she finally fortygeds allabout dem.

So dis is whut Maman is all Loud and Cheerful aboud dis mawning: her Lists. She is partik-you-arly cheerful aboudda "ToDo List" wun dat she has going.

Atta top it says, "Find Chrissy Lights inna basemeint", and nextest it says, "Hang dem up outside". Dadda sed sumfing aboudda ladder and wint uppystairs to his office.

Dere are no ladders uppystairs inna office.

So Maman is heer, going on aboud lights and 'speshully Lists on dis cwoudy morning whin Alla Us Togedder wuld radder stay loafed up, chewing onna bits ob hay (which is just whut we were doing bifore she commed in heer being all loud and cheerful) and sort ob waking up slow.

Anna Dawg, (who gets 'cited aboud air) is all jumping around, anna catz (who don't get 'cited aboud nuffing) hab disappeared, and it's just Alla Us Togedder wif Maman, trying to ged 'cited ober alla dees Lists...

...Ooops...I justdisminit heard'da frunt door, and Dadda's gone off to see a "cly-ant". Hmmmmm...

It seems dis List stuff, well, it's NOT werking out!

Cos onna cold, cwoudy mornings, when dere is winter air blasting up your butt, da last fing you wanna do is ged up and ged 'cited aboudda bunch ob Lists dat are hung up, flapping inna breeze, onna Big White Box Dat Has Food Innit.

Lemme tell you.

---- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 9:16 AM EST

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Saturday, 19 November 2005

George's 11th Strand, Day Numbur 19
Now Playing: Fixing Uppa 'Mergency Plans
Topic: The Next Generation

Well, finally Maman got Phil-the-Lad to habba wook atta tellybishon and he found out whut wassa'matter wiffit (and this issa whole reason why Mouse wassn't been gedding to watch his favourite tellybishon program, Law & Order): the On/Off switch is messed up.

Which is whut Dadda had sed inna beginning when this whole mess started, but wif Maman being the Hysterical Personality dat she is, she figgered datta tellybishon was gonna burn down da whole danged house, so she wuldn't let Mouse watch his favourite program.

Onna'count obba fakt dat one nite she culdn't getta tellybishon to turn off. And she was so 'fraid obbit dat she refused to pull da plug, and hadda call up Phil-da-Lad while he was in line atta Wal-Mart store in Maryland, so she culd get his advice on whut to do becos Dadda wassn't home and she wassa 'fraid obba tellybishon blowing up.

Phil says, "Dere are times when Maman makes NO SENSE!"

Which just goes to show you how much we hab to put up wif to hab her around heer.

But she's a good fooder, so we put up wif her.

Ennyways, Phil-da-Lad came heer wast week-end, wooked atta tellybishion and sed to Maman,

"Yup, it's the On/Off switch, Ma. Just don't let it run too long. When it blows completely, I'll get a new one for ya."

And Maman sed, "Da tellybishon is gonna blow up?"

And Phil sed, "No, Ma. The switch. It will stop werking. I sed "blows completely" assa figger ob speech. It's not going to, you know, explode or anything."

And Maman sed: "Oh."

And dat was dat. He 'splained some complicated stuff bout Hextpansion and Sodder and Sirkits and Maman nodded wike she knowed whut he meant, but I know she didn't. She's bin trained to nod wike dat ebben after her eyes hab glazed ober.

So wast nite, Mouse got to see his show, Law & Order, CSI which he doesn't wike as much assa 'riginal Law & Order but which is hokay, cos it is way bedder den not habbin' enny Law & Order at all.

You see, where Mouse came frum, his former Dadda usta let him out alla time and they wuld watch Law & Order togedder sittin onna sofa. So to Mouse, being able to hear da music and hear da voices on Law & Order is wike habbin' a visit frum old friends. It wets him know datta werld is still all rite, and dere are still sofas and hoomins who lub him.

Mouse unnerstands sights and sounds dat means ebberyfing is safe. Law & Order is part ob his werld, so Maman feels dat it is hokay for him to keep watching it since it makes him feel good. So she watches it wif him, ebben though she mostly reads a buk while it is on.

"Con-tin-noo-it-tee ob En-vy-ron-mint" Maman calls it. She says its important to hoomins as well as to bunnies, and dat we hab to do allus "Pree-serb" it.

Dat's why she and Dadda are werkin' tiday onna "Mergency Plans" for Our Warren. Maman says we gotta habba 'Mergency Plans for whut to do iffa big snow storm or a big wind storm comes along and takes away our Lektricity.

Maman is also typin' up noo E-vak-u-a-shun Plans for Our Warren in case we gotta ged outta da house inna hurry. Our habbytats can be rolled, as Dadda pointed out, which issa berry GUD fing, so we can be rolled rite outta doors and taken toda car. Anna Dawg's leash is rite by Clover and Beebe's habbytat. And there are carriers rite uppastairs forda cats, and wun downnastairs dat dey can fit innu, and pillowcases just-in-case dere issa need to stuff dem into dere to drag dem out.

Maman says,
"You can't plan against ebberyfing, but if you habba plan, you won't panic whin ebberyfing stawts happinin' around you."

And Dadda is makin' sure we hab ways to keep at least one room warm and light for ebberybun in case dere are no Lektricks, cos it gets COLD in Noo Joisey inna Winter.

And Maman is checkin' onna supplies ob food and wadder for Alla Us Togedder in case she and Dadda can't ged toda store.

As Maman says, "Plan now, don't panic tomorry."

So mostly, we are glad dis is going on.

I fink most ob dis is happinin' not cos ob Law & Order but becos Auntie Grace and The Herd in Kin-Tuck-Eee were inna middle obba tornado justa-udderday. And dey were HOKAY mostly cos obba'fakt dat:
1.) God taked care ob Alla Dem Togedder and
2.) Paul-da-Lad (who issa'nudder Speshul Bunny Guy wike Dadda and Phil-da-Lad) hadda 'Mergency Plan dat he was followin' to keep ebberybun in The Herd (incloodin' Percy-da-Liddle-Cat) safe.

So dat's why we are spending tiday wooking ober da 'Mergency Plans for Our Warren and making shure dat we hab ebberyfing in order we shuld... it's Pree-serbing da Con-tin-noo-it-tee ob Our En-vy-ron-mint or just staying safe.

------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:58 AM EST

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Friday, 11 November 2005

George's 11th Strand, Day Numbur 11
Now Playing: Lotsa Fings
Topic: The Next Generation
Hey! I gotta noo monitor!

Yeah! I culdn't type onna old one. It wasn't werking very well, so Maman and Dadda went out and got this one. It's flat, so there is more room onna desk (that is rilly a table) for me to sit.

Ahhhh! The comfort of it all!

And, afta the noo monitor, the keyboard broke, so Dadda gotta noo one of them for Maman, but the "i" key didn't werk. So that keyboard went back to the store and Dadda came back wiffa noo wunna them.

And finally, here we are! Back in business!

Yeah!

So I was reading the noospapers wif Maman agin today.

And she and I read about some guy named Pat Robertson who finks he can talk for God.

Dumb idea.

Ebben a rabbit knows that alla this stuff about "Intelligent Design vs. Theory of Evolution" issa crock of pooties.

Believing in God and believing inna Theory ob Evolution doesn't mean that one automatically excludes the other.

And you can't teach Religion and Science togedder. One is one thing and the other is the other. Apples and bananas. Both are good for you, but they aren't the same thing and they don't grow onna same tree.

In udder werds, you can't replace one wif the udder.

Inna Book ob Beginnings it says that God created the Heavens anna Earth and all dat is in them.

So what if...

...God created alla Heavens anna Earth by way ob Evolution?

Mebbe He did.
How do you know He didn't?
Hokay. Then prove it - Create an experiment that reliably demonstrates your contention.

When you can do that, then that's Science.

See, the trubble is that there's no need for stoopit arguments like "Intelligent Design vs. The Theory of Evolution - which should be taught in school?" It is a meaningless argument. Religion is about BELIEF and Science is about Can Be Demonstrated.

Ennybunny can believe in the Theory of Evolution AND still believe in God. Our Bim hadda Piledhighand Deep in Organic Chemistry AND one in Science Education and he believed in God and believed inna Theory ob Evolution, so there's no reason to go disbelieving sumbun who axtchually wassa reel scientist.

This Pat Robertson is justa "Ex-Pert" Dadda says. And we here at Our Warren know whutta "Ex-pert" is; it can be expressed mathymatik-ally like this: EX (a has-been) + SPURT (a drip under pressure) = EXPERT.

Also inna Noospaper there was a story about being able to detect Downs Syndrome in hoomin babies in the 11th Week ob pregnancy.

This is being called a "breakthrough".

I fink it wuld be, if it meant that hoomins culd tell whut colour to paint the baby's room, but I don't fink that's why hoomins want to know iffa baby has Downs Syndrome so early bifore the baby is borned.

I fink that babies with Downs Syndrome must be alot like Willow and Luckie Bun were - very, very sweet bunnies who had limmytayshuns in one way or anudder, but who had no limmytayshuns when it came to giving love.

In fact, the world needs alla love it can get. And throwing out enny ob that potential love is not the way to make sure that the world gets all the love there is going.

There's too menny sumbunnies who need love and not enough sumbunnies who can give it.

Too menny sumbunnies are all too reddy to go to the noospapers and say, "I hope when you get in trubble, God won't love you enough to help you. I hope He is a very petty God who remembers every liddle insult and nebber forgives and can't keep His werd and so turns His back on you. Cos that's the kind ob god I can believe in and want to be like!."

And if that's that person's kinda god, then they're welcome to him!

Thank goodness there are sumbunnies who are like Willow and Luckiebun, who are happy to just love and love and love, no matter whut, who axtchually love God enough to want to follow His rule:"Love God with all your heart, strength and mind, and your neighbour as yourself."

If sumbunny sincerely tries to do that, then that's living a productive life. If sumbun discovers that a baby that hassa potential to give love just 11 weeks after they are concieved, then I fink they shuld paint their room enny colour they wants.

----- by George

Posted by Our Warren at 3:48 PM EST

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Sunday, 30 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 30
Now Playing: Dunno Whutdaheck Is Up Wif Dis...
Topic: The Next Generation

I dunno whut's up wif dis blog-making 'puter program fing, but it's habbing a wotta trubble posting my 'pinions and stuff.

I keep gedding dees "Error" messages and I know I didn't do ennyfing wrong, so it's not my "Error", lemme tell you. Must be sumbunny else's "Error" cos I have bin using my pootie-box all day and so has Missy, Clover, Mouse and ebben Beebe.

Maman ebben sed we have bin "Good bunnies!" all day.

Yeah, she just sed it on her way fru da Bun Room justa widdle while ago. So I don't know whut's up wif dis 'puter.

Ebben da Border Collie is being good, anna Catz have bin preddy much asleep, so dey are not guilty ob ennyfing eidder.

So whutebber dis 'puter program says, Our Warren didn't do it!

Now Dadda sed dat we lib inna "Blame Kultchur" where ebberybunny runs around, making shure dat dere Furst Rule Ob Biznez is to make shure dat whutebber dey do, nobunny blames dem if sumfing goes wrong.

And you know whut?

I deeply s'speckt dat sumbunny is trying to blame bunnies for why dis 'puter don't werk rite, which is why I'm geddin' alla these "Error" messages dat don't belong to me.

Cos if I messed up, I'd say so. And den I'd s'splain it so you'd know how it happined. And den you'd unnerstan and nobun wuld be upsed, you know?

Becos I fink dat most obba pwoblems inna werld happin becos hoomins habba Failure To Communnykate wif each udder, ebben whin dey are speakin' da same language.

Raising da Volume ob speaking doesn't help berry much, eidder, but you find a wotta hoomins who fink dat if dey say da same fing dat was misunnerstood da furst time a whole wot louder, den udders will somehow magickly unnerstand da werds dat dey didn't unnerstand whin dey were sed atta normal volume.

And that's not rite. Saying da same werds wif more volume doesn't make werds unnerstandable. It just makes dem loud.

Or assa Border Collie sed, "Noos Flash: I herd da werds da furst time, but dey still don't make sense."

Or as Beebe sed (and he wassa former Skool Bunny, poor guy): "Yo! Ged sum NOO WERDS!"

Mouse says you kin werk it out in mafamatiks wike dis: Let "U" = "Understanding"; let "V" = "Volume"; let "w" = "werds": Therefore: wV≠U.

Which is preddy good for a bunny.

Maman says datta precise use obba language shuld beeda aim ob eddykayshun inna primary and junior skools systim but she also says dat it's not gonna happin becos she has seen papers written by her stoodints inna unibercity, and by dat time, it's just too (__insert-bad-werd-heer__) late. She says a wotta da problem is down to sheer laziness, and a failure to study and 'prishyate Literature (meaning buks dat was typed before dat werd got devalued inna middle obba 20th Cenchury. Maman can get berry "contentshsus" ober dis, Dadda says, and he also says I shuldn't try tawking to her abouddit. So I don't. I dunno whutdaheck she's tawking aboud half da time ennyways, and ebben Missy's not shure.).

So here I am, posting t'day's blog inna hope dat udders will see it wiffoud a wotta trubble and habbing to gedda wotta "Error" messages for fings dat dey didn't do, eidder.

So here goes. I'm clicking onna "Post" button now...

--- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:11 PM EDT

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Saturday, 29 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 29
Now Playing: Noah's Wish and Emergency Plans
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

You might notis that there issa Noo Link on my site heer onna left-paw-side as you're looking atta page. See it, under Bunny Blogs? It says "Noah's Wish" and if you click onnit, it will take you to a web site that will tell you alla'bout that organnyzashun.

Now lemme tell you a liddle about Noah's Wish.

They rescue animals when there issa disaster. They are speshually trained rescue hoomins who know ebberyfing about how to rescue animals that hoomins leeb behind when somefing bad happins.

You see, dere are hoomins who don't hab Emergency Disaster Plans that inclood themselves OR their pets. So whin sumbunny says, "Hey lookt, dere issa tornado, hurricane, flash flood, earthquake, blizzard, forest fire, or some other kind of dire emergency heded dis way and you gotta ged outta heer!", these hoomins hab no plans aboud whut to take, or how to ged out, or where to go or whut to do. And soda hoomins run around in cirkurls, panicking their heds off.

Time is berry short inna Emergency. Dere is no time to sit and fink, so YOU GOTTA DO YOUR FINKING AHED!

But a lotta hoomins don't bodder to fink ahed, and so dey don't hab time to fink ob whut to whinna Emergency happins and so alotta times dey leeb rilly, rilly impawtant stuff behind whin dey are panicking and running away. Berry impawtant fings...

Like da bunnies inna hutch.
Like da dawg tied up to a tree.
Like da catz left onna porch.
Like da hamster stuck in his wheel.
Like da fish left inna tank.

Alla Companion Animals left OnAlone inna Emergency wifout help or a way to stay safe.

And den, that's where Noah's Wish comes in. They are trained to go into dangerous places and save the Companion Animals and alla pets who are left OnAlone.

Noah's Wish saved alotta lives afta Hurricane Katrina blowed fru Louisiana. They rushed in while the floods were rising anna dams were failing and cut loose da dawgs that were drowning, and pulled catz to safety, and broke open horrible out-door bunny hutches where bunnies were struggling against da wires to keep dere poor noses above da onrushing water.

Noah's Wish wint into houses and grabbed up hamsters and gerbils who was still floating around in their wheels, and saved catz who had clawed their way uppa walls to shelves hextcape the rising flood. They got dawgs innu boats and sailed dem to solid ground. They ebben gotted out da birdies in their cages and helped them outta winders where they was trapped!

And Noah's Wish gave food and wadder and shelter to ebbery libbing critter dat they saved.

Heer at Our Warren Dadda and Maman habba Emergency Plans for Alla Us Togedder. Dere are carriers inna Bun Room wif towels and pillowcases for alla bunnies (pillowcases are good for transporting bunnies inna hurry - in goes da bunny, tie a knot atta top and you gots an instant, temporary carrier dat is highly portable where da bunny can't hurt himself or udders.). Maman and Dadda know where da Catz are and dere are carriers anna pillowcases for dem, too. Da Border Collie Dawg's leash is inna same pwace alla time, and ebbery fing we need to eat and drink is in two places - da car and inna basemint.

If we gotta run forit, we'll do it Alla Us Togedder, and we'll leeb whin we're told to go, Dadda says. And dere will be nobunny left behind, NoBunny OnAlone becos Dadda and Maman bof agree dat lives are more important den stuff.

"A man with his dawg and his family can rebuild a life from the ground up." Dadda says.

So I am axting you to habba look atta web-site for Noah's Wish, just to see the kind ob training they do, anna the kinda werk they do and how they go aboud doing it.

And I am axting you to fink and plan bifore an Emergency happins.

Please Make Emergency plans that inclood your pets! And make those plans BEFORE an Emergency comes along!

Fings, like a house, and alla stuff dat is innit, can allus be replaced, but Companion Animals can't. I know replacing stuff takes munny, but whut is munny compared to lub? You can't buy lub wif munny, but you can hab lub for free frumma Companion Animal. Lives aren't disposable, cos each wun is just too speshully made.

So habba Look, habba Fink, and then Make Sum Plans. It culd sabe you a whole wotta trubble and heartbreak inna futchur.

---- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:04 PM EDT

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Friday, 28 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 28
Now Playing: Life Is...
Topic: The Next Generation

Belinda Bunny usta say dat: "'Life' is just wun stoopit fing happenin' afta anudder."

Dis has been a strange strand, or as hoomins call it, month. Last month we gots hardly no rain at all, and dis month we gots so much rain datta "pond" (as Dadda calls it) atta bottom obba Back Gardin is becoming a reg'lar feetschur inna life ob Our Warren. Speshually forda Border Collie Dawg.

And it's not doing da rest ob us much good eidder, lemme tell you.

Maman sed if he brings his wet, muddy feets innu her clean Kitchin floor wun more time and then she doesn't finish whut she's gonna do 'bout it. I fink dat's becos she doesn't habba cloo, and she's making it up as she goes along.

Anna Dawg just wags his tail and grins, and leebs big, muddy feets-prints alla way through da Bun Room anna Kitchin and prob'ly da whole house, too, only nobun sees dem onna'count dat dere are cawpets to soak da wet off.

But da main fing is dat Maman is just as bizzy wiffa Swifter Mop as ebber.

You gots wunna dose fings? Whin Phil-da-Lad commed back fumma Naby, he was tawking aboudda "Swifter Mop" to Maman and he went and gotted her wun, cos he thought it wuld be easier for her to use than the owd bukit-an-mop.

And he was gen'rally rite, becos we hadda put up wiffa whole lot obba "Swifter Mops" comming fru da Bun Room, mostly onna'count ob Mouse who was taking the time to pee onna Dawg's hed.

It went wike dis: Whin we furst moobed innu da Noo Bun Room, Mouse was nearest da Back Door, and ebbery time datta Dawg wuld go outside toda Back Gardin, Maman or Dadda wuld opin da Back Door and let in cold air while they letted out Da Dawg. Anna same fing wuld happin whenna Dawg wanted to come back innu da house frumma Back Gardin - da Back Door wuld opin and in came Da Dawg along with a blast ob cold air.

Well, Mouse wuld get alla these blasts ob cold air basikly up his butt, and this made him grumpier than he ushually is. And Mouse issa preddy grumpy bunny, hextcept whin he's wif Dadda.

Well, da Border Collie Dawg was too tall, and too hebby at fifty-five pounds for Mouse, who issa Netherlands Dwarf bunny who weighs alla four pounds, to take on inna Fair Contest Ob Dominance. Although I gotta tell you, Mouse is notta'fraid obba Dawg's size, but Mouse isn't nuts wike Beebe, eidder. Where Beebe will lunge and honk atta Dawg (which preddy much puzzles da heck outta Da Dawg, cos he sumtimes doesn't quite unnerstan Lagomorphin alla way), Mouse knows dat dere is a lot more to winning A Contest Ob Dominance den honking and lunging: you gotta make da udder contestant back down or at weast, stop boddering you.

So Mouse took to waiting until Da Dawg was standing rite nextest to his habbytat, waiting for Maman or Dadda to opin da Back Door, and just then, whin Da Dawg's feets were right at Mouse-lebbel, Mouse wuld reach out and nip da Dawg Feet.

And Da Dawg wuld turn aroun' and wook at whut bited him, and den, whin Da Dawg's hed was down on his lebbel, Mouse wuld exykute a quick one-eighty-degree-flip and pee onna Dawg Hed.

And dis rilly, rilly puzzled Da Dawg, cos he culdn't figger out why he was getting peed on. He didn't see dat he was doing ennyfing to Mouse, so whydaheck was he getting nipped and den peed on? And Mouse isn't da kind ob bunny dat hextsplains ennyfing. He just sits in his habbytat and glares.

So Da Dawg stopped standing byda Back Door and took to standing behind Maman or Dadda, which, in turn, puzzled da hek outta dem for quite awhile.

And den, when Maman and Dadda finally figgered out whutdaheck was going on, dey moobed Mouse innu a noo habbytat dat was aboud twenty-four inches offa floor, so he was aboud on eye-lebbel wiffa Dawg, and away frum da Back Door. So da blasts ob cold air stopped boddering Mouse and so da Dawg was preddy safe.

But Mouse issa kinda bunny who likes to stay in Praktis. So he praktised peeing onna Screen Porch Door (which was nextest to where his noo habbytat was parked).

And Maman kept cleaning that up until she got tired of that and moobed Mouse's litter-box toda udder side ob his habbytat.

So Mouse praktised onna Big White Cold Box dat was onna udder side ob his habbytat. And Maman cleaned dat up, too, and told Mouse off while she did it.

And den it was Summer anna Screen Porch Door was opin a lot, which was nice, cos Mouse was inna perfek place to be out dere alla time inna breezes anna bell-chimes dat Maman hanged up, until we all broke out in Catz.

Yeah.

Ebberyfing was going along great until Cokie-da-Fat-Cat discobbered dat Maman had opined da Screen Porch Door full-time, and now Cokie and Beep-da-Stoopit-Cat culd go in-an-out and sit onna Screen Proch enny time dey wanted and pretend dat they were Tough Outside Catz while staying safely inside obba Screen Porch where nuffin culd get att'em.

And ebbery time dey wint out onna Screen Porch, dey hadda violate Mouse's personal space by going unnerneaf ob his habbytat! And being Catz, dey didn't ebben axt his permission!

No! Dey just p'raded in-an-out wike dey owned da whole unnerneaf ob Mouse!

So Mouse was wike, "You know, I'm gonna nip dis inna bud, becos I can't be habbin' wif no Catz walking unnerneaf ob me wike dis."

(Yeah. Alla Us Togedder learned a LOT frum Belinda Bunny bifore she left us to go to da Rainbow Bridge. She made shure ob dat. And she also made shure whut we learned wassa whole lot more than just Bunny-Speak, lemme tell you.)

So Mouse began to wait by the frunt ob his habbytat whinebber Maman opined da Screen Porch Door.

And Maman wuld opin da Screen Porch Door and preddy soon, wunna da Catz wuld show up to go out dere onna Screen Porch.

And Mouse wuld take aim, do da one-eighty-degree-flip and pee on them as they passed unnerneaf ob his habbytat.

Well, he got bof ob da Catz rilly good, full-stream hits down each wun, so dey learned to go rilly, rilly fast unnerneaf ob his habbytat. So Mouse hadda rilly, rilly refine his tekneek, and get his aim down bedder if he was gonna discourage dem in-tirely.

Ob course, dere were da few times dat he missed his targit and den he peed onna floor. And den, Maman wuld come and see puddles, and she wuld go and getta Swifter Mop and we'd end up wif our Bun Room floor smelling ob Refreshing Citrus which stinks worse den Dadda's werk soxks, lemme tell you.

And da Dawg, who is preddy smart in sum ways, wuldn't go unnerneaf ob Mouse's habbytat, cos he knowed he'd ged peed on - but he wasn't above herding Catz inna general dirkshun obba Bun Room, eidder. Now normally, Da Dawg keeps alla Catz outta da Bun Room, but whin he seed dat Mouse was peeing on alla Catz, he began gently herding da Cats to go fru da Bun Room to get toda Screen Porch Door, becos he thought it was funny to see Mouse pee onna Catz, too.

In fact, Alla Us Togedder, hexcept da Catz, were habbin a preddy good time ob dis all fru da Summer. Anna Catz were going nuts, but dat wassa bonus becos it wasn't wike dey were being hurted by Mouse. It was more wike dey were disrespecting Mouse by invading his personal space alla time, which is sumfing dat Catz will do if you don't show dem dat you hab personal space.

And ebberyfing wuld hab been perfek, if it hadn't been forda Swifter Mops and that awful Refreshing Citrus stink.

But now it's cold agin, and so da Screen Proch Door is closed alla time. Da Dawg still goes in-and-out obba Back Door toda Gardin, but Missy and I are by da Back Door and we're up high enuf in our habbytat dat we don't get much obba cold air, so we don't care. Mouse has preddy much stopped praktising his projectile peeing becos da Screen Porch Door is shut anna Dawg is back to herding da Catz outta da Bun Room agin.

So we culd reasonably hextpect datta Swifter Mop wif its associated stink wuld go away. You fink?

And den along comes Da Dawg wif his muddy feets and back comes da Swifter Mops!

You know, Belinda Bunny rilly was right: "'Life' is just wun stoopit fing happenin' afta anudder."

---- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 1:38 PM EDT

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Thursday, 27 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 27
Now Playing: G'Bye Liddle Red Tool Shed
Topic: The Next Generation

Well, Dadda is attit agin.

Whin we moobed heer last December, dere wassa Liddle Red Tool Shed atta back obba Gardin. I culd see it frumma back door, and the Dawg told me it was there. He called it "Da Liddle Tool House" (cos Dawgs can't see colour) and he was preddy shure that squirrels libbed dere, so he yelled attit alot cos he doesn't go much on squirrels.

Maman called it "The Tool Shed", and Dadda called it "The Gardin Shed" and sed that it was gonna hab to come down bifore it falled on ennyboddy. Maman sed her Dadda had builded it, and it hadn't falled down inna'boud forty yeers.

And Dadda sed it wassn't fit to see forty-one.

Now Maman and Dadda hab been trying their hands at Gardining alla this Summer-long. Dere are sum rezons for this:
1. Maman has allus wanted to hab a rose gardin for where whut's left ob Hunny is buried. She calls it The Our Warren M'morial Gardin cos she promised Hunny that she wuld plant a red rose ober where he has his Final Restin Pwace (whutebber - we all know he went to the Rainbow Bridge along with Belinda and ebberybunny else.) and she wanted to hab her Grandmother's birdbath there, too. So Maman has had this idea obba Gardin in her hed fora long, long time.

2. Dadda comes frumma South-West ob sumplace called Inkland where they habba lotta farms. Dis seems to make him fink dat he NEEDS to dig inna dirt, raise hay, rake lawns and ride on traktors. Ob course there is not alla that much land going on heer, but he also wantsta habba pikit fence going alla way around Back Gardin, and out toda Frunt Gardin, acrosst the dribeway and back toda Back Gardin again, just as if he was in Inkland. And he wantsta plant bulbs inna Frunt Gardin, onna'count obba fackt dat Gardins feetchur big in his Plans, so we gotta hab wun inna Back and wun inna Frunt obba House. So dere you are. It's a cultural fing I fink.

3. And HAY. Dadda says dat Our Warren eats alotta hay. Whut he axtchually sed is: "You buggers waste more hay than you eats!" by which he meens dat Beebe and Missy do alotta dekorating with their hay as well as alotta eating obit, and that alotta their dekorations involve throwing rejected strands onna floor obba Bun Room where Beep-the-Cat picks dem up and transports them innu da Livin' Room for Maman to pick up inna Hoober so it gets clogged and Dadda hasta take it apart to fix it because Maman can't. (Bifore Dadda married her, Phil-the-Lad told him, "You nebber, ebber gib da Maman no tools or let her near ennyfind she can take apart. Take my werd onnit." And Dadda beleebs Phil-the-Lad on dis one. He's seen Maman in Akshun, using a screwdriber to bang inna nail.)

So ob course, with alla these fings in mind, Dadda decided that he hadda gedda Traktor, and gedding the Traktor meant that it had to hab a House Ob It's Own.

So Dadda ordered uppa shed forda Traktor to lib in. Dis cut down onna light coming innu da Our Warren M'morial Stained Glass Winder cos ob where da Traktor House hadda go, but dere is no stopping Dadda whin he hassa idea going on. And since da Our Warren M'morial Stained Glass Winder faces da West, we still gots plenty ob light Maman says.

Dat's her story.

Ennyways, Dadda liked dat Traktor House so much dat he ordered anudder wun to replace the Liddle Red Tool Shed atta bottom obba Gardin!

So da noo shed arrived, and Dadda lugged it innu da back Gardin where Da Border Collie Dawg hadda look attit (and peed onnit, just to be sure in case udder Dawgs came around, dat dey knew it was his.).

"Hokay," the Dawg sed as he comed back innu the house, "Dis wooks rilly bad, and smells worse, lemme tell you. Da Liddle Tool House smells wike wood, cow pats and squirrel pee, but dis fing smells wike PWASTIK and STWANGE HOOMINS and Maman won't wike dis. Woof!"

So it rained for two whole days and the noo shed stayed inna boxes inna Gardin. And then the sun commed out and Dadda went out and began taking apart the Liddle Red Tool Shed.

And he came in all hot and smelly and sed to Maman, "There are nails ebbery two inches where there only needs to be wun ebbery six inches."

And Maman sed, "When my Father built something, it was supposed to stay up - even if only the nails held it there."

Den Dadda wint out again, and there wassa lotta banging and tearing and more banging and den he commed inna'gin, and sed to Maman,

"There's huge boards where really smaller boards would have done."

And Maman sed, "Well, my Father had a way of building fings to last."

And Dadda sed, "Well,if he'd built it with treated lumber, it would have lasted forever."

And Maman sed, "Back then, he didn't know about treated lumber."

And Dadda sed, "But even creosote,"

But Maman just sort ob drifted away innu anudder room.

And den Dadda wint out again and dere was more banging and some kinda crash. I dunno - Maman was uppastairs by dat time, inna Study wiffa door closed.

So afta'while Dadda comes inna'gin, smelling worse den bifore and axts Maman to wook out atta Noo Gardin Shed.

And Maman goes out, hassa wook and I hear her say, "It's so... White. When you're used to seeing a dark red shed down there, white is rather unexpected. But it looks very neat. Very tidy. Very... I rather expected it to have a green roof, but white is nice. Very nice. And no spiders, and no squirrels and it won't rot. Very nice. And tidy. And neat."

And whin she commed back innu da house, she hadda walk through the Bun Room, but she didn't stop to tawk to us, she just wint straight through.

And Dadda put the garden tools innu da Noo Gardin Shed. And the Liddle Red Tool Shed is inna pile onna side obba fence, waiting for a dry day so Dadda can saw the bits up and bang out the nails so the Rubbish Guys will take it away. (The Rubbish guys won't take fings wif nails in.)

I fink Maman wants Dadda to hurry dat pawt along, but it's bin raining a lot and there's a pond inna back Gardin agin where the Border Collie Dawg goes splashing while he's yelling atta squirrels. Anna squirrels are all up inna trees now, cos they can't get innu the Noo Gardin Shed.

And now Dadda says that there are too many trees inna Back Gardin and sum are gonna hafta get cut down so he can put inna hay for Our Warren, and so his noo Traktor won't allus bump ober roots, but whin he tawks aboud habbing down da trees, Maman just sorta drifts away innu anudder room...

---- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:01 AM EDT

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Wednesday, 26 October 2005

Geroge's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 26
Now Playing: Da Ultimate TeeBee Disaster
Topic: The Next Generation

Well, da Three Visiting Cats Frum Phil hab gone back to Maryland.

Dat's rite, Maman an Dadda hab their study back! So Dadda is spening more time uppystairs, werking on his bisiness, Just-in-CAD an we Bunnies hab da house preddy much to ourselves.

And ebben bedda, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and Gidget-Beep-Beep can now hab dat stoopit litterbox upstairs. No more whirring motors inna Bun Room, no more grit onna floor, no more midnite bafroom calls and best ob all, no more stinky Cokie-da-Fat-Cat smells rising up to foul da air and make my eyes wadder!

So Our Warren is back to normal! (Or whut passes for normal, as Maman says.)

'Cept forda fackt dat Maman and Dadda aren't happy wif whut dey call Da Routien aroun' heer.

Maman says dat she an' Dadda don't ged enuf done. She says dat she and Dadda need noo schedules.

Well, I agree. We don't ged the as much Playtime as we'd like.

And Mouse, in partik'lar, says dat his TeeBee schedule is all messed up.

Mouse sed dat dere are more "Law & Order" shows onna TeeVee and he knows dat he isn't seeing alla dem. Like he sed wast nite, he knowed dat dat guy, Vincent Didnuffanose, who is on wun ob da "Law & Order" shows dat Mouse likes, is kinda "quirky" and doesn't allus get alla shows finished, but dere are more shows den Maman is letting Mouse see.

And Mouse says dat he hasn't seen the Ice-T guy for a long time, so he knows he's missing dat "Law & Order" show, too. He says he did get to see dat Chris Noth guy but the chick dey had as his pawtner's pawt was written so she seemed wike wallpaper.

So Mouse is preddy upset dat he issn' gedding to see his show as much as he shuld. He finks maybe da TeeBee isn't showing the shows, becos he know dat Maman wuld let him see dem if they were on. So mebbe da TeeBee is holding out on him.

So ennyways, Mouse would like to type a letter to "Law & Order" to tell dem to ged dere act togedder or he'll find a noo favourite show. He's likin' dat "E-Ring" show a lot cos it is hextcitin' cos da guy wiffa funny name is allus savin' the day.

Mouse says it's good to see the Good Guys win, and he says they menshun da Naby a lot and they show pickchurs ob dose big Naby ships wif da airplanes dat Phil lerned alla'bout while he was dere.

So Mouse sed he wantsta type a letter to "Law & Order", justa tell dem dat he's a rabbit stuck wiffout a TeeBee ob his own, and dat he rilly needs to hab dem send him a schedule so he can tell Maman when he needs to be out so she can set up her schedule.

But last nite we had da Ultimate TeeBee Disaster. Maman was watching da Ellebben O'Clok Noos (da wun dat has her favourite wedder-person, Glen "Hurricane" Schwartz), and whin it was over, she went to turn off the TeeBee - but it wuldn't shut off!!

She tried pokin' da buttons onna remote. Den she got up and went to da box obba TeeBee itself and poked da Big Red Button onna box's frunt.

Anna TeeBee stayed on!

It was wike it was running all on it's own and had taken ober itself! It wassn't a machine enny more, but had become a Fing Dat Was Alibe! It wanted to stay on!

So Mouse (who has nebber been skert obba TeeBee in his life) axt it to show him "Law & Order" but it didn't say nothing. It just stayed on with its voice going loud/soft, loud/soft. Like it was playing games with him. And it didn't show him enny "Law & Order" shoe, eidder, just sumfing called "Tin'ite" wif a guy wiffa big chin tellin' jokes.

We didn't laff.

So I thought I wuld try and make it show us anudder show and I called out toda TeeBee "E-Ring!" just as loud as I culd.

But the TeeBee sat dere inna Sitting Room an' when Maman thumped it onna hed, it showed da PBS channel but not wif "Sesame Steet".

No!

Dere was sum hoomins sitting around'da tabul tawkin' about "Rehab".

So I culd feel Maman gettin' skeert.

She was backin' away frumma TeeBee. She piked up Mouse, and him and me got stuffed back inna our habbytats inna Bun Room.

And ob course, da Dawg was geddin' all wound up cos he culd feel Maman gettin' skeert, but he didn't quite know whut to do aboud'dit. Dawgs isn't all dat brite sumtime. Dey know dey gotta proteck Maman, but if dey can't find sumfing to proteck her frum all dey do is dither, tear around in cirkuls, whine and peep.

So I told da Dawg, "Get Dadda! And hurry up!"

Soda Dawg, who was happy to hab sumfing to do, charged uppastairs.

But Dadda was coming downnastairs.

Dey met inna middle.

Not da bestest pwace. Dere issn't a whole lotta room onna stairs, anna Dawg hadda turn around, and Dadda hassa sore toe frum having run innu da footstool onna'count obba Fat-Cat being unner his feets.

So Dadda anna Dawg met up onna stairs anna Dawg tried to turn himself around onna same step assa wun Dadda was on.

And well, dere wassa wotta Anglo-Saxon werds dat I am not allowed to type and Dadda called da Dawg, "You daft bugger!" agin.

And Ebenchually, Dadda finds Maman back inna Sittin' Room, staring atta TeeBee like it's going to grow feets and start walking outta there enny minute, and whin it does, she's all set to scream blue murder.

Like dats gonna help ennyfing.

So Dadda hassa look atta TeeBee and discobbers dat, Maman is rite, it won't turn off, it won't change channels and it's voice-thing is very dicky.

So he goes to unplug its connecktor plug fing frumma wall.

And Maman shreeks out, "No! Don't do dat! If you unplug a teebee you can be kilt by it!"

And Dadda turns to her says, real quiet, "Whut? Whodaheck told you dat load of bullocks?"

(A "load ob bullocks" issa Inkwish way ob saying "a load ob young cows wif pooties", Maman sed, meaning sumfing preddy worfwess. I'm not sure she's rite aboud enny young cows bein' involved innit, though, becose whin Dadda says it, it sounds wike he is sayin' a diffrunt werd frum "bullocks" somehow. But Maman insists "bullocks" is whut I'm hearing.)

So ennyway, Maman is standing dere nextest to Dadda bwinkin' at him for a minit, and den she says, "I dunno. I just herd dat dere is kapassy'tors and resistors and fings dat store up huge charges ob elektricity inside ob tellyvisions dat will kill you if you touch dem. So Phil sed I shuld nebber, ebber touch dem or da cord, or ennyfing dat is inna back obba tellyvision or I culd be kilt."

And Dadda stood dere finking and den he shaked his hed.

"I fink, dear," He sead afta a moment ob deep finkin', I fink dat was Phil's way ob tellin' you to not to try and go fixing the TeeBee wiffout consultin' him furst, dear. Dere is no harm in unplugging a tellybishion. People hab bin doin' it for yeers."

And he reached down and unplugged da TeeBee.

And suddenly, it turned off.

Just wike dat. No sparks, no shocks, no smoke - nuffin. Da screen just wint dark, and dat wassa end obbit.

And Dadda told Maman as dey was gibbin' us our raisins dat electrik fings are eidder "on" or dey is "off", dat dere is no middle ground. And that when electick fings are "off", den dat's da end: dey are broke, and need to be replaced.

So now dere is gonna hab to be a noo TeeBee inna house.

And as we settled down to eat our hay, Mouse sed maybe da rezon he haddn't been seein' alla "Law & Order" shows hadda do wiffa TeeBee being bwoken, so mebbe he wuldn't hafta type enny letters to da show ennyways. And dat mebbe whin Maman and Dadda gedda noo TeeBee it will also show more ob dat "E-Ring" show, too, and atta reg'lar time, so Mouse won't hab to keep paying a'tenshun alla time toda advertizemints so he knows whin it's time to make a fuss to ged Maman to let him outta his habbytat to go watch it whin it's on.

So gedding a Noo TeeBee mite werk out reel good for our schedule. Cos den, we'll hab our dinners on time, too, 'zactly afta Glenn "Hurricane" Schwartz tells Maman whut da wedder is gonna be.

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:36 AM EDT

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Tuesday, 18 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day NumbER 18
Now Playing: Self-Improobmint
Topic: The Next Generation

Well, afta messin' up wif my spellin' an' (I meen, AND) doin' a few udder, totally stoopit fings (dat are preddy embarrassin'), I hab decided that I need to improob my grasp onna ENGLISH LANGUAGE. It's not that I don't know how to type bedda, it's just dat, afta awhile, I tend to gedda'widdle lazy, you know, an', (I mean,AND) let myself slip more AND more innu sloppy slang tawk.

Now Clover says dat dis is normal wif most youngbuns, but den I am getting on towards TWO YEARS OLD, and I can reasonably be hextpected to know howta spell preddy good, and howta use bigger and bedder werds. If I'm gonna grow 'Tellygint, I hab gotta start to show it.

And that begins wif the propa use ob Language.

"How a bunny speaks is how he is known." Hunny sed.

So it is impawtant for me, who is typing dis Blog for Hoomins to read, to put my best paw forward. Because the last fing I want hoomins to fink issat bunnies are stoopit.

Bunnies are not stoopit!

Most ob us can speak at least two languages, and sum ob us can speak and type in more'n dat.

Now, I gotta tell you, dis is not easy.

I speak Lagomorphin as do most udder bunnies, so you gotta bemember that ENGLISH issa sekond language for almost ebberybunny. Whin we type in ENGLISH we tend to type werds the way dat they sound to us whin we hear dem.

Sumtimes we can use a hoomin Spell-Checker to help us spell werds da same way dat ENGLISH-Speaking hoomins do, but sumtimes not. Da hoomin Spell-Checker feetchur doesn't werk berry well whin it hasta werk with Lagomorphin assa base language. (Are you reading dis, Bill Gates?
Belinda Bunny wassa'ware ob dis diffyculty and tried to correct it by creeating a Lagomorphin-based Spell-checker, but she ran outta innerest before she ran outta werds, so dat projeck didn't get too far.

But we bunnies hab bin trying berry hard to 'stablish some regur'lized form ob typing in ENGLISH and I hab to return to using it. No more being lazy and using bunny-slang.

So whut I hab learned so far is dat dere not just one kind ob ENGLISH Language, but several.

Inna beginnin, I thought dere was only wun kinda ENGLISH. Dat was before I was dumped atta V-E-Ts office all OnAlone inna box dat was empty ob ebberyfing except me.

Then, Maman came and picked me up and brought me home to Our Warren where I met Dadda and Maman in their nat'chural habbytats.

And to my sus'prise, Maman and Dadda speaked TWO DIF'FRUNT kinds ob ENGLISH frum the furst one I had learned!

Now, dis was confoozling. So I axted da Top Bun, who was Belinda Bunny, abouddit. She didn't feel berry well that day, so she sed for me to axt Hunny, who wassa Senior Bun inna Our Warren.

Now Hunny wassa berry OLD rabbit. He was wike, 12 yeers old, and fortygetful, and sort ob "not all there", if you know whut I mean. But nice. You culdn't want for a nicer bunny. And you culdn't want for a wiser bunny, eidder.

And Hunny told me datta mawmie inna Our Warren was called "Maman", and that it wassa French werd for "Mother" and he gave our mawmie dat name because he was part French Lop, and dat was how he was taught to call his mawmie, when he wassa kit, menny, menny years ago before he was also dumped and ended up at Our Warren. Anna name has stuck, so our mawmie is named Maman.

And Our Dad is named "Dadda" because Phil-the-Lad named him that more or less by axceedint. You see, Our Dad is Phil-the-Lad's "Stepfadder" and Phil didn't want to call him "Dad" because he said that name had "bad connotations for me." So we wuld heer Phil-da-Lad tawlking to his friends and say, "My StepDad-uh, he, ", so we just dropped da "Step" pawt and kept da "Dad-uh" which became, ober time, Dadda.

Now Dadda comes frumma place dat sounds like it is called INKLAND but is spelled, ENGLAND. Sespifick'ly he comes frumma place dat sounds like it is called Summerset which sounds wike a wunnerful werd for a place to be frum. It beminds me ob birdies singing in trees, anna bloo sky so close dat I culd stand up on my back feets and touch it wiffa paw. Sounds like long, green grass waving inna wind, too, and hills wif lotsa burrows and bright widdle streams winking fru da grass.

Yeah.

And Dadda says a lotta werds dif'frunt frum Maman, and he has werds dat only he uses, dat rilly don't hab meenings to hoomins who don't lib in dis house. He calls whut he speaks "The Queen's ENGLISH", or "Da Countree Di'lect" and dey are two dif'frunt kinds ob ENGLISH language. But bof ob them are dif'frunt frum what Maman sumtimes speaks.

Now Maman issa 'Murrican, but she libbed for awhile inna same ENGLAND as Dadda, but inna dif'frunt place called "Lancashire. This also sounds like a preddy place to be frum. She has told us aboudda stone walls, and sheeps onna hills, and waking up inna cold mornings to hear lambs calling inna fields. She says the wind blows hard through the long grasses on fings called da moors only she says "moors" like "moo-rahs" while Dadda says "mores".

This shuld gib you an idea ob how there are TWO or even THREE KINDS ob ENGLISH going on in our house, inna'dishun toda reg'lar kind of ENGLISH datta normal, A'murrican houserabbit wuld hear.

And den, just whin I thought I hadda handle on alla these kinds ob ENGLISH LANGUAGES, along comes Auntie Paige and Joshua to visit wif us. They live in Australia, which also sounds like anudder beautiful place to be frum, wif Winter onna oppysit side ob our Summer, and annymuls dat you can only dream aboud, like kangaroos and dey habba ocean onna doorstep, and udder fantastik stuff.

And, well, wuldn't'chu know it? Auntie Paige and Joshua speak ENGLISH, too, but it's a whole udder kind ob ENGLISH! And they had werds I had nebber herd before, too, and sum ob them sounded funny to me, and made me laff. She called Beebe a "nutbag", and kept telling him, "Don't try it out!" whin he wuld try to lunge at her. And you know whut? Beebe unnerstood her and didn't try to bite her!

So that's FOUR or FIVE kinds ob ENGLISH I hab lerned. And that doesn't add in whut Phil-the-Lad lerned inna Navy which I am mainly notta'lowed to type because Maman says most ob it is "rude" and not p'lite for youngbuns to lern. (But I wint ahead and lerned it anyhows!)

So that's FIVE or ebben SIX kinds of ENGLISH I'm trying to werk wif heer at Our Warren.

And Language does change, ob course. It never stays the same, but changes as it gets used a lot. I fink da korreckt term is, "Evolves". Mind you, I can't speek dat werd rite onna'kount ob how my toofs are arranged, but I can type it.

But there will be no more "lazy tawking" frum George. I'm gonna do my best to show dat I am becoming a matchur, 'Tellygint housebunny. Ob course, I will still spell werds as I heer them. I'm shure there will be the okayshunal slip-ups whin I slip innu slang, but onna whole, I am gonna try berry hard to write inna unnyform manner so it is easier for hoomins to unnerstan' me.

Becuase that issa whole point of communnykayshun - so that we can unnerstand each udder, and learn to see out thru each udders eyes.

---- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:36 AM EDT

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Monday, 17 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 17
Now Playing: Da Rainbow Bridge
Topic: Da Lore

Tiday issa sad day at Our Warren. Our friend, Angel-Pug, is lebbin' heer to go an' join Belinda, an' Hunny an' Hawthorn anna Ancient Dawg, an' Phil's Bim, an' alla udder Kitties, an' Dawggies, an' Bunnies an' dere Hoomins, atta Rainbow Bridge.

Angel-Pug issa Dawg, anna berry good Dawg. She libbs wif Phil-anna-'Lanna in Marywand. She issa berry owd Dawg, too, an' she is sik an' can't ged bedder. Dere issa wotta pain in her back, an' ebben wiffa bestest V-E-Ts inna werld, her back can't be made to ged enny bedder. She is owd an' tired an' wantsta leeb now forda Meadow onna udder side obba Bridge.

Ob course, Phil-anna-'Lanna wuld likit if Angel culd stay heer an' lib forebber, but dat's not how itis wif annymuls. We don' lib as wong as hoomins assa Gen'ral Rool.

Which is why dere issa Rainbow Bridge.

Dis issa Bridge dat we cross whin we leeb heer. It goes toda Meadows where we kin wait for our Hoomins to come to ged us, so we can make Da Wast Great Journey to God's Great Warren, Alla Us Togedder.

An' as we cross Da Rainbow Bridge, whutebber wassamatta wif us in dis werld is made bedda. If we are sik, we are made well. If we are owd, we are made young. If we hab bin hurted, we are healed ob our hurts. It don't madder whut is wrong wif us, but once we cross da Bridge, we are all rite agin.

An' dere issa Rezon for dis, an' it is cossa dis Rezon dat we annymuls are notta'fraid obba Bridge at all.

An' I know alla'bouddit cos ob Hunny.

Gib me a sekond, an' I'll 'splain it to you, too. Cos, pawt ob bein' a bunny is to hab Hope.

Yeah.

You see, a wong time ago, a wotta hoomins gotted togedder an' dey sed, "Hoomins are da highest form ob Creeashun. Dey are da Top."

An' den sum udder Hoomins sed, "Hoomins are da most 'pawtant fing inna Creeashun cos dey hab 'souls' an' annymuls gots no 'souls'."

An' den udder Hoomins added, "So Hoomins can lib forebber inna pwace called 'Hebbin' an' annymuls can't."

An' dat was preddy much Whut Hoomins Fought Fora Berry Wong Time. Sum Hoomins STILL fink dat.

An' dey are wrong.

Da Troof, axtchually, is whut Hunny sed...

He sed datta wong time ago, dere wassa pwace where annymuls an' hoomins shared a Gardin, an' inna Gardin dere were Two Trees. An' nobun was s'sposed to eet ennyfing frum wunna da Trees.

Den Wun Day da Man Hoomin anna Female Hoomin were tawkin' toda Snake. Anna Snake sed,

"Wookit, da onwiest rezon you can't eet frum dat Wun Tree is cos you was told not to. An' you know why you was told not to? Cos if you do, you're gonna be more 'Tellygint denna Creeator dat made you. It's dat simpul. So you wanna be as gweat assa Creeator? Den hab summa dat froot frum dat Wun Tree."

Anna hoomins had summa dat froot frum dat Wun Tree, cos dey beleebed da Snake an' dey wanted to be gweat (whutebber dat was, cos enneb dey didn't know whut dat was).

Well, da hoomins didn't stop to fink it fru - cos you'll notise datta Snake didn't hab enny obba froot. Nope. He was too skeert ob doin' whut he was told not to do. But he wassa bully an' he just urged da hoomins on to do whut was wrong so dey wuld ged in trubble an' he culd laff abouddit aftawards. Bullys is wike dat.

But da hoomins had done it, dey eated da froot dey was told notta eet an' dat made da Creeator mad, cos wike he sed,

"Whutsamatta wif you? You gotta whole Gardin heer an' you can't ebben wisten to one widdle fing, can you?"

So he frowed dem outta da Gardin an' told dem dat frum den on, dey wuld hab to werk to ged dere food, an' dat dey wuld NOT hab an easy time obbit, cos dey wuld be all OnAlone.

An' he sed, "I'm sowwy I ebben Creeated you, cos you issa wotta trubble. So you are cut off frumma Gardin forebber!"

Butta hoomins cried an' were sad, an' soda Creeator felt bad, cos he lubbed dem cos he had creeated dem, an' dere was pawt ob him inside ob each ob whut he had creeated, no madder how small or how large. So da Creeator had sum Speshul Beings go to help da hoomins lib onna Earf.

Onwy, bein' hoomins, dey hadda preddy short mem'ry an' didn' 'prishyate da Speshul Beings who were sint to help dem - which issa whole Udder Stowy, endin' inna Rilly Big Stowy dat is still goin' on, dat you kin reed aboud inna Buk called The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by sum guy named C.S. Lewis.

But, hang onna'sekond an' you'll notice sumfing heer...

Onwy da hoomins eeted Froot frumma Wun Tree an' got frown outta da Gardin nebber to return.

Nobun ebber axts aboud howda rest ob us gotted heer.

Well, dis is whut Hunny told me... which is howda rest ob us annymuls gotted heer an' it isn' told in enny buks or ennyfing! Dis is Da Lore dat I must nebber fortyged an' allus bemember to pass on.

Da Creeator knew datta hoomins culdn't surbibe inna werld all OnAlone. He had creeated da Gardin as One Great Warren, where it was Alla Us Togedder, an' now, da hoomins were outside da Great Warren. Soda Creeator axted if enny obba annymuls wuld go an help da hoomins who were OnAlone.

Anna annymuls, incloodin' da bunnies - who, up till dat time knew only lub frumma Creeator - sed, "Shure."

Anna Creeator sed, "Cos you hab done ebberyfing axt ob you an' more, you will nebber be cut off frum me wike da hoomins. You can come back heer whin you are tired an' wait for enny speshul hoomins you come to lub. Bud da hoomins, I fear, are forebber changed an' not wike dey were whin dey libbed heer inna Gardin, becos dey hab eeted dat froot I told dem not to eet. But if you lub dem, den dere will be Hope for dem, dat dey mite see in your eyes."

So we annymuls were nebber in need obba soul to be sabbed cos we nebber did whut we was told not to do inna furst pwace.

Hunny called it Bein' Free Obba Sin Ob Adam, an' said since we didn't do whut dis Adam-guy did, we bunnies an' kitties an' dawgs an' udder annymuls aren't punished as dat Adam-guy was. Maman calls it nebber habbin been out ob Communion wif God an' she writes aboud dat wif udder hoomins.

So annymuls, axtchually, Hunny sed, habba bedder rewayshunship goin' wiffa Creeator den most hoomins. An' da onwy rezon dat hoomins fink dey are atta Top ob fings is cos dey are da onwy wuns dey fink can communnykate wif each udder 'bout 'pawtant stuff wike souls or creeashun or immortality. Whut dey hab fortygotten issat dey are not da onwyiest fing inna Unnyberse. Dey mite beda Stewards, but dey still hab to Ansur toa Higher Authority. Cos no madder how far you go bak, dere is allus sumfing dere Furst.

An' Hunny told me alla dis cos he seed it in Owd Rabbit Dreems, whin he was berry owd, afta Belinda weft forda Bridge. He sed dat he culd see fings dat he'd nebber seed bifore, dat he fought were 'pawtant dat I shuld know aboud so I culd tell udders.

Hunny sed, "George, dis is 'Da Lore', an' you must nebber fortyged, an' always bemember to pass it on. Dis is Who We Are an' Why We Are an' why we must allus, no madder whut happins, remain Alla Us Togedder, NoBunny OnAlone. Cos we will all cross Da Rainbow Bridge, George, an' we will all be togedder again! An' knowin' dis will gib bunnies Hope whin da hoomins hab none. Dat is our gift to gib to whom we choose; we will allus hab Hope whin all Hope is gone, becos we know whut lies ahead whin udders can't see."

And so, dis is whut I am doin' tiday: bemindin' ebberybun:

Alla Us Togedder, Nobunny OnAlone!

Wook innu a bunny's eyes an' if you are bwessed you will see it - Hope.

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:42 PM EDT

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Sunday, 16 October 2005

George's 10th Strand, Day Numbur 16
Now Playing: George Gets Sewious
Topic: The Next Generation
Hullo dere.

You know, whin Belinda cweated The Hay Diaries she usta use it to compwain aboud fings, an' to commint on stuff, an' to state her 'pinions aboud whut was happinin' arounda werld an' ebberywhere's. An' she usta commint onna Noos dat she readed inna noospapers or heared Maman tawkin' aboud wif Dadda or udder hoomins.

Belinda wassa English Spot rabbit an' she hadda wotta 'pinions aboud ebberyfing. She was also a berry 'Tellygint rabbit, which is whut I'm twying to become.

So tiday, I'm gonna type onna berry sewious topik.

Yeah.

Just wike Belinda, I'm gonna habba 'pinion an' I'm puttin' it inna blog, rite heer, for ebberybun to read.

It's aboud dis guy in Australia. Inna noospaper called The Sydney Morning Herald dere wassa artykul onna 13th ob October aboud him. He issa rabbit-killer, onwy dat noospaper calls him a financier (which issa fancy werd dat just means dat he werks wif munny). An' dey showed a pikchur ob him in sunglasses anna suit an' tie dat makes him wook berry 'spectable, wike enny udder owner obba big-time compiny dat werks wif udder hoomins' munny.

Anna artykul goes on, tellin' aboud dis guy, aboud how he killed an' murdered rabbits inna thoroughly disgustin' manner for his own happiness, an' den, da writer obba artykul stawts to twy an' make excuses for why da guy did alla dis murderin'.

Da writer obba artykul says dat it was cossa guy was takin' drugs dat he killed alla poor bunnies in such disgustin' ways. He was takin' sumfing called "ice", which is not gibbin to you by a doktor or ennyfing, dat he killed bunnies for his own pleasure.

Now dis "ice" issn't sumfing dat you buy atta pharmacy or ged frumma reg'lar doktor, wike I sed. It issa bad drug dat you habba get frum sum crimmynal who stands outside onna stweet corner. You hab to wanna buy dis stuff, an' den go outside an' wook for da crimmynal an' pay a wotta munny toda crimmynal to ebben get dis drug called "ice". An' den you gotta wanna take da drug.

Now you'll notice dat nobunny forced dis guy to take dis drug. He did it cos he wanted to ob his own free will an' choice. It wasn' wike sumbunny held him down an' gibbed it to him inna syringe, or stuck a needle in his butt. Nope, he did it cos he wanted to.

An' den he wint out, buyed poor, helpless bunnies frumma pet stores an' murdered dem in disgustin' ways.

Butta noospaper called The Sydney Morning Herald wants hoomins who reed it to fink dat dis guy culdn't help himself, dat he is sum kinda "victim" or sumfing, or dat whut he did doesn't matter cos, afta all, he onwy killed rabbits.

Anna noospaper makes da wun hoomin who came out an' sed sumfing inna defense ob rabbits, Lara Nettle, who issa Pwesident obba Australian Companion Rabbit Society seem wike sumkind ob stoopit or useless perzon.

And dis is NOT troo! Dis perzon issa hoomin who is dedykated to helpin' udder hoomins unnerstan' da happiness ob habbin' bunnies lib wif dem as companions. I know becos I amma Companion Rabbit!

Da noospaper writer quoted Lara Nettle all wrong (an' I know dis for certain, too!) an' da writer edited her remarks so dat she sounded wike sum kinda perzon dat sitted aroun' alla day wong, dwinkin' tea an' huggin' twees, an' just gen'rally bein' outta her mind.

An' dis is not da troof, eidder!

Now noospapers, Maman sed, is supposed to tell da troof, to state da facks, an' to write down stuff hextaktly assit happins so dat udder hoomins can know whut is goin' on an' can make up dere own minds aboud stuff.

Well, if tellin' da troof is whut noospapers is supposed to be doin', den dis writer for dis noospaper is fallin' down onna job!

Cos nobunny who murders to make himself happy issa kinda guy you wanna had runnin' aroun' loose in society.

Nobunny who kills for pleasure gets to be called a "financier" - he's a sadistic murderer wifout a conscious or a sense ob empathy for sufferin'.

In short, whut you hab heer is your basik monster dwessed up inna suit, collar an' tie an' wearin' sungwasses to hide his eyes.

An' you know whut is said aboud eyes? Dat dey are winders toda soul.

An' dat's why dis guy is wearin' sungwasses, you know: cos if you culd see da holes where his eyes shuld be, den ebberybun culd see dat, wike dat noospaper writer, he gots no soul.

Yeah.

Dere was a choice to be made an' dey each - da guy who murdered rabbits who taked da drugs, ANNA noospaper writer who typed aboud him inna noospaper - dey each hadda choice to make.

An' dey made it.

Cos dey fink nobun sees, an' nobun cares cos "it's onwy a bunny".

But dis bunny sees, an' dis bunny cares, an' unwike da bunnies dat were horribly, cruelly murdered, dis bunny hassa voice an' 'pinions dat are all his own to share!

--- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:48 PM EDT

Updated: Monday, 17 October 2005 11:39 PM EDT

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Saturday, 15 October 2005

George's 10th Stand, Day Numbur 15
Now Playing: Findin' Dr Sharin
Topic: The Next Generation

Yestidday wassa Bad Day, lemme tell you.

It axtchually stawted onna nite bifore dat, whin Maman called Dadda an' sed,

"Wook in Missy's Pootie-box."

So Dadda did, an' he sed, "Don't wook much dif'frunt frumma wast time I wooked innit."

An' Mamam folded her arms, frowned down onna pootie-box an' sed, "Hextactly. It oughtta be full."

An' den Maman wooks at me an' says, "Sorry George."

An' I'm like, "Huh?"

Cos one look in MY pootie-box had shown dem dat I wassa fully funkshunin' rabbit, wif MY inneards goin' wike gang-busters.

So I axted Missy, "Whutsamatta? Don't your tummy feel good?"

An' Missy consentwated for a widdle, an' den sorta sighed an' got mostly flat an' sed, "Mebbe I'll feel bedda if you come lick my eers, Sweedie-pie."

So I did.

But I got distracked by Mr Mouse ober dere gruntin' his hed off, cos Maman's moobin' his habbytat.

An' he's yellin' att'er, "HEY WADY!! Dis ain't the way to go see 'Law & Order', you stoopit hoomin! Goda UDDER WAY!!!"

But Maman wasn't moobin' him so he culd go watch "Law & Order", she was moobin him so she culd get frumma Bun Room out to be onna screen porch.

And she comed right back in frumma screen porch wiffa huge handful ob hay, which she popped innu his habbytat, rite on top ob him.

Well, dat just about fried Mr Mouse, cos he grunted uppa whole widdle storm ob pwotest, all on his own, an' stawted beatin' da hay innu sumbishion.

Den Maman gabe hay to Clover an' Beeb, an' den she came ober to Missy's an' my habbytat an' gibbed us a whole wotta hay - an' DEN she unscrewed da pellet dish frumma side obba habbytat an' taked it away!

So Missybun an' me was pellet-less.

Just wike dat.

An' me an Missy are wike, starin' at each udder, cos we can't beleeb it. How culd Maman take OUR PELLETS? We hadn't done ennyfing wrong, an' it wassn't wike wun ob us was obviously sik or ennyfing. Hokay, so Missy wasn't producin' huge piles ob pooties wike she normally does, but issat enuf to take awa our pellets? So we was, wike, speechwess, an' we just stood dere, wookin' at each-udder, wike, Whut's Gonna Happin Nextest Aroun' Heer?

An' you know, dat is wun qwestun you shuld NEBBER axt. Cos sumbun is bound to feel you needa knowda ansur.

Yeah. So den we found out.

Dadda hand-fed us raisins!

Da nerb.

Clover an' Beebe got dere raisins as normal in dere crock, an' so did Mr. Mouse. I did my Raisin Dance, wookin' all hopeful, as ushual, an' Dadda handed me one, lousey, stinkin' raisin for it.

Den he held up a raisin unner Missy's nose, an' she sniffed it, an' den sed, "You eet it, George, I don't wannit."

So I tried to gedda raisin outta Dadda's fingers, but he wuldn't wet me. He kept shubbin' it unner Missy's nose, not knowin', I guess, dat she sed I culd habbit, but he wassn't wettin' me ged it. So I kept tryin', he kept shubbin' an' Missy kept backin' away, till at wast Maman sed,

"Dat's it, Missy's gonna go see Doktor Sharin Skolnik tomorry. I'll call as soon as I fink her noo clinic is opin."

An' Dadda finally wet me hab dat raisin he'd been shubbin unner Missy's nose.

So I onwy had TWO stinkin' raisins wast nite.

An' NO pellets.

JUST hay an' wadder.

An' Missy STILL didn't leeb ennyfing more in her pootie-box.

So I seddled down wif Missy an' wicked her hed so she wuld feel bedder.

Bunnies hab berry sensitib tummies. Dey hab to werk perfeckly or da bunny kin leeb forda Rainbow Bridge.

Now Maman issa fan-attic aboudda tummies werkin' right, so she is berry careful aboud whut she feeds us. We ged Purina Green Bag Rabbit Chow, but not too menny pellets cos Maman says we is "pellet hogs" (gibbin' da chance), an' we gedda fresh salad, an' we ged unlimited, locally grown Timothy hay. For tweats, we ged raisins or sum udder froot.

So whin yestidday mawnin commed, Maman called Dr. Sharin's noo clinic an' den da fun stawted.

Dr. Sharin Skolnik is our Gen'ral Vet. If fings ged rilly ser'us, we habba go to see Dr. Michael Doolen onna wong car-ride away, an' ushually you godda stay ober-nite if you are sik dat you godda go see him, an' hab surgery, an' come home wiffa zipper innu wike Belinda did - all berry sewious stuff - but so far, whut Missy had wassa Dr Sharin Case, which meens meddysin, pokes inna butt an' habbin' your teef wooked at at wot.

Budda fing was, Dr. Sharin had moobed frum a clinic neer us toa noo clinic in sumpwace called "Old Bridge" dat Maman an' Dadda needed a map an' bof hands to find.

Now Maman an' Dadda aren't good at findin' pwaces whin dey go dribbin' inna car togedder. Dadda dribes, an' Maman nabbygates, which meens dat she tells him where to go, onna'count ob she hassa Mapqwest papers. It can take dem da best pawt ob forebber to ged sumwhere's an' dere ushually issa wotta "Buggerin' aboud" as Hunny wuld say, wif Maman Mapquestin' an' Dadda sayin' werds small bunnies shuldn't nebber heer0.

Bud cos Missy is pawt ob Our Warren an' Maman wants Alla Us Togedder to had da berry best ob care, she an' Dadda was gonna go find dis noo clinic ob Dr Sharin's no madder whut.

An' Missy sed to me, "Wookit, I'm comin' bak frum dis. It may take Maman an' Dadda awhile to figger dis oud, byda sounds ob dem tawkin' aboud it, but I'm comin' bak, Georgie-boy, insida dat trabbelin' case. Ebbin' if it takes till Dawk!"

An' I wicked her nose an' sed I unnerstood. Cos I hate it whin Maman's gotta'wotta MapQwests inna cwip-file.

So Maman god dwessed (allus a big pwojeck cos she's so slow) an' Dadda godda big carrier an' put in MissyBun.

Dey were gone a wong, wong time. So wong datta house got dawk anna Dawg came out innu da Bun Room an' told me not to werry, cos he was keepin' an eye out fordem frumma anteek rockin' chair inna Lounge where he issn'sposed to sit.

I pointed out dat Maman wuld find his fur onna anteek rockin' chair an' den she wuld be mad, butta Dawg sed Maman is stoopit enuf to beleeb dat he onwy puts his frunt feets onna chair to wook outta da winder, so it's hokay.

Fwankwy, I didn't know da Dawg was dat smawt.

So ennyways, dey finally comed home!

An' yup, dey had MissyBun wif dem, anna whole bag ob stuff frum Dr. Sharin.

An' Missy was SO berry, BERRY tired frum alla buggerin' aboud, anna pokin' anna proddin' an habbin' meddysin an' all. Bud she told me ebberyfing atta noo clinic was fine, 'cept it was too far away for her likin' (Missy don't wike to ride inna car) an' she god poked wif needles, an' held down fora Hextray, an' she god pumped fulla wadder cos Dr. Sharin sed she had sum sludge in her bladder, wike Belinda did, onwy nod as bad, so Dr. Sharin teached Maman howta pump Missy fulla wadder...

"An' you know whut kinda mess dat's gonna be." Missy continued. "Cos you an' I BOF know whut kind mess Maman kin mak outta V-E-T's 'struckshuns." Den she shook her hed sadly an' added, "My poor butt."

So I wicked Missy's ears an' told her not to werry, dat we wuld ged fru dis wike we allus did, Alla Us Togedder, but it wuld go a wot fasta if she wuld just leeb a preddy good mess inna pootie-box. Cos seein' a mess ob pooties inna pootie-box hassa wunnerful way ob cheerin' Maman up inna mawnin'.

So whin Maman an' Dadda wint to bed, we hadda a skeery momint, cos Maman readed da labels on alla bodduls dat Maman got frum Dr. Sharin. We was afraid dere was gonna be Meddysin Time wike dere had bin ebbery nite wif poor, ol' Hunny, but den I heerd Dadda say, "No, dear, we'll gib Missy her meddysin da furst fing tomorry mawnin'."

An' I fought, "Well, dat's good. Cos byden, Maman will hab fortygotted ebberyfing."

But no. Mawnin' came, an' Dadda beminded her.

So it seems dat while dere is nuffin 'speshully wrong wif MissyBun's tummy, it mite be geddin' reddy to stawt slowin' down, an' Maman isnn' aboud to wet dis happin'. An' she's nodda'boud to hab enny sludge in Missy's bladder, eidder, so heer come da meddysins.

Bud at weast we know where Dr Sharin is an' we kin ged to her if we hafta, an' now we don' hab to go aroun', bweakin' in enny noo V-E-Ts. Cos dere are not enuf good bunny V-E-Ts as it is, so whin you find a good wun, you godda allus know where you weft dem!

So we knows where our V-E-Ts are, an' we hab dere names an' numburs hangin' onna wist inna Bun Room, an' Maman has dem inna 'puter, too.

Oh, an' we gabe Dr. Sharin a RIFRAF Tee-shirt made by HAREWEAR! Yeah! So now she's pawt obba gwoup, ebben if she issa hoomin!

----- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 10:42 AM EDT

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