Now Playing: Whole Lotta Talking
I hab noticed that there is berry widdle communnykayshun around heer.
Now when I say that, whut I meen is dat dere issa whole wotta talking going on but berry widdle inna way ob troo communnykayshun.
Maman talks to us a great deal.
She comes innu da Bun Room inna morning, wiffa Dawg prancing behind her, and ebben bifore she snaps uppa windershade, she's talking to us:
"And how are my bunnies today? How is everybun? How's my Clover? And my Beebe-Boy? And how's Mouse-ums? And MissyBun? And Georgie-Porgy? All my bunnies all right? Alla bunnies happy?"
And den *snap* - she yanks on dat windershade and it rolls up inna instant, and *whallop* we gedda burst ob sunshine dat wuld blind a sun-seeking lizzard.
And becos we know whut comes nextest, Missy hollars out:
"Don'tchu opin dat door! Don't do it! Ebben iffa Dawg says, don't you DARE opin dat door! It's COLD outside!"
But Maman's all-reddy on to her next bit ob patter:
"Hokay bunnies, hold on! I'm going to let the Doggie out! Marcus has gotta go chase the squirrels, doesn't he? Can't have squirrels in Marc's garden, can we, Marcus?"
Anna Dawg is dancin' around wike an idiot, yellin:
"NO SQUIRRELS! NO SQUIRRELS! MARC's A GOOD BOY! MARC's A GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY, MARC!"
Which is preddy much all he CAN do afta Maman geds him wound up and hextcited wike dat.
And Missy is inna habbytat shoutin, "Don'tchu opin dat door, Wady! You hear me? Don'tchu you DARE opin dat door!" wif her ears standing out frum her hed atta ninety-degree angle, and her hed right up inna air, and her nose twitching twenty-wun toda dozzen.
Becos Missy is one Disapproving Rabbit!
I meen, we're talking "Indignant Bunny", right heer, lemme tell you.
Anna Dawg is standing unner-neaf ob Missy in her habbytat which is nextest toda door, and Missy's kicking pooties down on his hed.
And he doesn't ebben notise.
And Maman is still trying to unlock da Back Door.
Ob course da Dawg issn't rilly ackchully finking aboud squirrels inna Gardin, cos he's not yelling aboud dem atta moment. Whut he's ackchully yelling aboud is:
"GOTTA GO! GOOTA GO! OPIN UPPA DA DOOR AND LEMME OUT! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO!"
And he's hopping around wif his paws crossed.
Which is a preddy good trick, lemme tell you.
And Missy is yelling:
"DON'T OPIN DAT DOOR! DON'TCHU DARE OPIN DAT DOOR!" while she's sitting wif her butt inna pootie-box and kicking pooties out frumma box on toda Dawg's hed.
And Maman is just adding toda noise saying,
"Whosa good boy? Maman's Markie? Okay, okay, go chase the squirrels, Marc! Here we go - Let me get another hand on this door...and twist and pull...and pull...and the door is stuck...and back up, Marc!... and pull and...uh oh, maybe I need to call Dadda..."
And heer comes Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and he's talking, too.
"Food! Outta food heer! Starving cat!"
And he walks up unner'neaf obba Dawg, right unner Maman's feets, onto her slippers, sort ob nailing her toda Bun Room floor onna'count obba fakt dat he's so hebby and fat, and he starts to purr:
"Wook at me! Bee-yoo-ti-ful cat heer! Lubbly, STARVING, gen-yoo-wine, STARVING, Maine Coon, STARVING CAT, heer! Wook atta STARVING CAT who is wiffout FOOD!"
And Missy is still yelling: "DON'T OPIN DAT DOOR!"
Anna Dawg is peeping: "GOOTA GO! GOTTA GO! GO! GO! GO!"
While Maman is struggling wiffa door toda Back Gardin and saying werds dat I am not aloud to type onna'count ob being a Small Rabbit.
And den Dadda comes fru da Kitchin and axts, "Whutsamatta?"
Wike he can't see.
And he comes innu da Bun Room, too.
So now its crowded inna Bun Room wif Me and Missy, Clover, Beebe and Mouse, and Missy's kicking pooties; Da Dawg dancing around wif his paws crossed and not paying attenshun to ennyfing udder denna fakt dat he hasta "GO!"; Cokie-da-Fat-Cat purring on and on while standing on Maman's slippers and rubbing his hed on Maman's leg; and Maman trying to pull opin da Back Door and not being strong enuf to do it.
And now Dadda wanders in!
So heer we are and Dadda starts talking, too.
"Whutssamatta wiffa fairy-dog? He stuck his nose in my ear at five o'clock this morning and asked me to let him out. So I climbed out of bed, let him outside and he just stood on the porch - Noble Dawg! Master of His Domain! kind of thing. So I called the bugger back inside and got back in bed."
"Well he's gotta go this time." Says Maman.
And she's still hauling onna door and her teefs are gritted togedder.
So Dadda says, "How's my pretty lady dis morning?"
And he leens ober, and gibs her a kiss (a fing I don't unnerstan - it's puttin' lips togedder, or puttin' lips onna udder person wif dere permission. Weird hoomin fing, sorta wike grooming but not nearly as useful.)
And he pulls opin da door!
And in rushes a blast ob cold air!
So out runs da Dawg, going wike his tail is on fire, yellin', "GO! GO! GO!"
And Cokie binks up and says, "Oooo! Outside! Wookatdat! Meebe I'll GO..."
And *WHOMP* da door geds pulled back in his face, and dere's a *thunk* as Cokie's face meets da door.
And Missy's yelling, "CLOSE DA DOOR! CLOSE DA DOOR!" wif her hed inna air and her ears standing straight out frum her hed like hellycopter blades. And she's standing up inna pootie-box and gibs a HUGE, great-big *FUMP* and pooties go ebberywhere.
So I'm ducking pooties wif Clover anna Beeb atta udder end obba habbytat.
And Maman puts her good shoulder uppa'gainst da door and manages to ged it shut tight.
And Dadda wooks down atta Cat and axts:
"Whuts your problem, Furball?"
Anna Cokie-Cat wooks up and he's still crosseyed dizzy frum habbin' bonked his hed onna door, but ebben on auto-matk-pilot dis Cat has dis kinda built-in whine: "FOOD! PLEESE! FOOD!"
And Mouse is wooking at Dadda wiffa ebbil-eye-ball and says, "Feed da stoopit cat. Feed da stoopit cat."
Dis is cos Mouse beeleebs in Bunny Mind-Control.
And Dadda gently squeezes Maman, and den wooks down atta Cat and says, "Come along, Bugalugs!"
And dey sort ob amble off.
Which leebs us wif Maman, standing dere, leaning against da Door Toda Back Gardin.
And she wooks at us, and wooks atta pooties dat are all ober da floor, and wooks at Missy who is Highly Disapproving, and at me, Clover anna Beeb, who are all atta end ob our habbytats onna'count ob habbing been ducking Missy's flying pooties; and she wooks ober at Mouse who is busy wif his Bunny Mind Control, and Maman says,
"And how are my sweet-heart bunnies today? How is everybun? How's my lovely CloverBun? And my little tough-bun, Beebe-Boy? And how's my em>sweet Mouse-ums? And my darling little MissyBun? And my cute Babby Georgie-Porgy? All my bunnies all right? Alla sweet'um bunnies happy?"
I meen, whut can I say?
Dere is just a whole lotta talking, and ab-so-loot-ly no communnykayshun going on around heer.