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Hooboy. Around heer, you nebber know. You just don't.
So tidday, Maman comes Downnastairs frum reading alla Noospapers online, railin' about how she's gonna be as Un-PC as possybul frum now on until forebber, and how she is nebber, ebber gonna go back innu teaching kidlets about Musics, no how, no way, nomadder whut.
Den she gets sum more coffee and goes back Uppastairs toda Study to werk on wunna her children's Buks dat teaches dem alla'bout Musics.
If you wook rilly, rilly closely you will find sum kinda logic in dis, but I am not sure how much. Dis is onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman swears dat she issa berry Logical Person, and we hab to take her werd on dat.
Soda Nite Bifore Wast Nite, Maman and Dadda was up Late, sittin' inna Dining Room talkin' to each udder. Anna Catz were slinking around, complaining aboudda Fakt dat dere dinner was late, anna Dawg was trailing afta them, sorta droning on about, "No Catz Inna Bun Room!" just in case they strayed our way.
And finally, aboud midnite, Dadda says, "Let's go feed da Bunnies, dear."
And they get up and make salads, and refill crocks and alla dat stuff.
And ob course, da Catz anna Dawg are unner'neaf dere feets, so Maman says to Da Dawg, "Go outside and count your squirrels."
Well, ob course alla squirrels are in dere beds asleep, but Da Dawg is stoopit dat way and he gets all jazzed up and goes flyin' outta door innu da Back Gardin, grumblin' and woofin' like he does inna morning when the squirrels rilly are awake, frowing nuts and makin' fun ob him frumma trees.
And preddy soon he comes back and says to nobun in particular, "Guess whut, BunnyRabbits? Dadda lefta Tracktor out inna Back Gardin!"
And MissyBun is wike, "So are you gonna tell him?" And goes back to munching onna salad, becos she rilly doesn't care aboudda Tractor wun way or da udder.
Butta Dawg hates da Tracktor. He can't stand being inna same yard wiffit. He feels dat he hasta lunge attit, and bark and bite da tires anna'tack it, which tends to upset Dadda who lubs dat Tracktor wike a child. He ebben bought a widdle Tracktor Houz for it to lib in, and den anudder widdle Houz for all its stuff to lib in, and he just lubs da Tracktor to bits. Butta Dawg hates it and hasta come in frumma Back Gardin whenebber Dadda takes da Tracktor outta its Tracktor Houz to do enny jobs around da Back Gardin.
And Dadda nebber leebs da Tracktor out inna Nite, da same way he wuld nebber leeb enny ob Us out inna nite.
But, dere it was, da Dawg sed, out inna Nite, only it was being Quiet About it, so it seemed wike Maman and ebben Dadda, who lubbed it, had fortygotten it.
So I sed, "Dat's a shame."
And Mr Mouse sorta chortled.
Just den Maman and Dadda came back innu da Bun Room again, and Beebe wooked up frum groomin' his Stuffie, and called out, "YO! Dadda! Your Tracktor is outside inna Nite!"
But ob course Dadda was talkin' to Maman about going out to ged us sum hay and didn't hear Beebe.
So Dadda walks outta Back Door Innu Da Gardin and comes to a stop and Maman walks right innu him, and she goes, "Whut?"
And Dadda says, "I left da Tracktor outside."
And Maman wooks up innu da sky, notices it's mainly Dark and says to Dadda, "Well, I can help you pushit innu it's houz."
So dey go outta da door, innu da Nite.
Only, just bifore da door shuts, Maman calls da Dawg.
And Dadda says, "Whut didyadodat for?"
And Maman says, "He can help."
Well, you nebber, ebber tell a Border Collie Dawg dat he can "help". Does dawgs just lib to help. Dat's all dey want to do is help. Ebben when dey habben't da fainest idea ob How dey are gonna do it, dey just ged Right Inna Middle Ob Fings and Help dere hardest. I'm tellling you, if Disaster came along and axted for Help, Border Collies would be Right Dere, willing and able.
So dere's da Free obb'em inna Back Gardin, inna middle obba Nite, and becos Maman and Dadda are just standing ober da Tracktor, sorta staring att'it, we hear da Dawg call out, "Hey wook at dis! I found my ball!"
Just aboud den, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat comes waddlin' down frum Uppastairs, habbin just had his dinner, and he plumps himself down onna Bun Room Floor and says, "So whut kinda screw-up is happenin' now?"
So I told him and he sorta chuckled and began to clean his paws. "Oh dis is gonna be good!" He sed and he settled down to wook atta door wif inner-rest.
So frum Out-Inna-Gardin, we hear Dadda say, "Well, if we bof push it, it should go right in."
And den we hear Maman go, "Shhh! Don't talk so loud! Alla neighbours will be asleep. Whisper."
And Dadda goes, "I am whisperin!"
And Maman goes, "Well whisper quieter."
And we hear Dadda sigh, and den we hear Maman sort ob shufflin' around, and Dadda goes, "Whut's da matter now?"
And Maman kinda squeaks, "Don't start it!"
And Dadda says, rilly patiently, "I'm not startin' it! I'm only trying to see if I can turn onna lights so we can see where we're going!"
And Maman squeaks again, wike she does whin she's geddin' ready to panic, "Don't touch it!"
And Dadda's wike, "Charlotte, will you please calm down? I'm not going to start the Tracktor inna middle obba Nite!"
And Maman's voice goes back to Normal and we hear her say, "Good."
And we hear Dadda sorta mumble, "I'm not that stoopit."
And we hear Maman sorta mumble, "Just checking."
Den dere was kinda a "oomph" sound.
And we heard Dadda say, "Whut are you trying to do?"
And Maman sed, "Push."
And den dere was quiet for a sekond and we herd Dadda say, "Um, not wike dat. Gotta take da Brake off."
And den Maman squeaks again, "Don't start it!"
And den we heard Dadda say, "I'm not startin' it!"
And dey are kinda screamin' at each udder by whisperin', which makes dem sound kinda wike dey are strangling. And Missy starts chuckling, which makes our habbytat sorta start bouncing up-and-down.
So den we hear Dadda say, "Bugger off, Dawg." and we know datta Dawg is now gettin' unner foots. Den Maman says, "Marc, go sit down!" So we know dat he's not listenin', eidder.
Anna Cokie-cat chortles and says to us: "Bedder and Bedder. Glad I came down."
And den we hear Maman say to Dadda, "So it's just push it innu it's Houz, right?"
And Dadda says, "Dat would be it, 'cept for a hump."
And Maman says, "Hump?"
And Dadda says, "Step, rilly. Door sill. Up and over."
And he adds, "Onna count ob Three...Wun...Two...Free!"
And dere issa sound ob rollin', anna Dawg barks, "Wook Out!"
And Dadda shouts, kinda muffled wike, "Shut up!"
And den we hear, also kinda muffled-wike, Maman's voice: "Do we stop pushing or does it just go through the back wall?"
At which point dere issa almighty Bang! And Dadda calls out, "Stop pushin'!" anna Dawg barks, "Wook Out!" again.
And den we hear nuffin' for aboud ten sekonds, 'cept da sound ob Maman and Dadda breathing.
Den Da Dawg pipes up, "Wanna play ball?"
And we hear Dadda say, "Bugger off, Dawg." and ob course Maman hasta 'splain to him, "You can't ebben see your ball inna Dark!" anna Dawg calls back, all sulky-wike, "Course I can! I'm a dawg."
And den we hear da Hay Bin opin and Maman and Dadda are rustlin' around innit.
And den Dadda opins da Door, and dere's Cokie-da-Fat-Cat, starin' up att'im.
And Dadda says, "Whut are you wookin' at, Cat?"
Anna Fat-Cat gets his paw unner-neaf ob him and scurries outta da way as Dadda comes stompin inna door wiffa arm-load ob hay. And Outside, Inna Back Gardin, we can hear Da Dawg scramblin' affta his ball, shoutin' joyously, "Gedda ball! Gedda ball! Gedda ball!"
And Maman says to him, "Wast time, Marc. Wast time!" inna loud whisper, and we hear da sound obba ball whoosin' fru da Nite air and thuddin' onna grass, and den da sound obba Dawg scramblin' afta it, goin', "Gedda ball! Gedda ball! Gotta gedda ball!"
And den Maman anna Dawg come innu da Houz, wiffa Dawg bringin' his ball in wif him, becos dat's his job.
Den a widdle water, whenna Catz is back Uppystairs where dey belong, anna Dawg has put his ball away in his Toy-Baskit, and we hab got our Hay and our pellets and our fresh wadder and eaten our Salads and Treats, and Maman and Dadda hab turned offa BunLight and said, "nite Bunnies!"
We hear Maman say to Dadda, "Well, dat was inner'restin'."
And we heared Dadda say to Maman frumma bedroom, "And it's ober."
And Maman sed, "Where's da Dawg? Hab you seed him?"
And Dadda sed, "He's trying to help me take off my shoes. Damnnit, Dawg, will you ged oud'd'da way!"
And frumma bedroom, heer comes da Dawg, scrurrying, calling, "Wook out!"
----------------------- By George