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Friday, 9 March 2007
George's Third Strand (2007); Day Number 9
Now Playing: Begging
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

You godda hab anna'prisyhayshun forda Daynamic at Our Warren: one commint frum Maman can start a Whole Chain ob Events and she doesn't ebben hab to be Trying To Start Ennyfing!

Wike Last Nite...

I was werkin' on my "Cute", you know, wike I do, and MissyBun was digging innu da pellet-crock, wike she does, and Mr Mouse and Beebe were just picking at their Raisins one-atta-time and watching Da Dawg clogging uppa doorway toda BunRoom as Maman was trying to put da lid onna Raisin container.

Reg'lar nite inna Warren at Bunny Bedtime.

So I'm werkin' on my Cute and standing up on my toes, wif my nose up-inn-air, whiskers wigglin'.

And Maman goes, "Oh Brian, wook at him!"

And Dadda comes and wooks and he grunts, "Charlotte, he's begging."

And Maman opins uppa Habbytat and starts petting my hed, so I whuffle her hand (still standin' on my toes, you know) and her fingers, being rilly careful not to make MissyBun's mistake and nibble on her come-frumma-store finger-nails (which are painted "garnet" dis week to match sum earrings Auntie Irene had gibbed her for her birfday awhile back).

And Maman hextclaims, "He's so cute!"

And Dadda grumbles, "But he's begging."

Anna stoopit Dawg starts to horn in on my Cute by placing himself rite *dere* at Maman's feets, sitting down and wooking up wike "Noble Dawg" innu her eyes.

And I'm busy whuffling her fingers wif my whiskers.

So MissyBun opins her mouf and digs deep innu da pellet-crock, shovelling in as menny pellets as she can. Anna whole wave ob pellets gets pushed ober da side obba crock out onna floor and goes bouncing down da Dawg's neck, ober his back and innu his fur.

Ob course, he's so busy playing up on his "Noble Dawg" fing and horning in on my "Cute" fing dat he doesn't notis he's now fulla pellets.

And Maman says to Dadda, "Oh wook, Brian! Missy does the widdle bucket-mouf fing just wike Hunny used to do Isn't dat cute? I've never known anudder BunnyRabbit who did dat!"

"And she's spreadin' pellets out all ober da floor." Dadda adds, and you can just tell he's grumpy abouddit.

Anna Dawg suddinly reelizin' he's fulla pellets, is wike, "Hey!"

And MissyBun is wike, "Wookit, Dawg, Bugger off back innu da Kitchen. I'm diggin' for raisins heerin dis crock."

Anna Dawg is wike, "Well, I'm waiting for my cookies!"

And Mouse glares atta Dawg and snaps, "Well, wait sumwhere's else!"

And Maman sticks her fingers innu da pellet-crock, and Missy gets all concerned and she's wike, "Hey! What'reya doin'? Get'cher hand outta my pellets!"

And Maman is wike, "Don't shub my hand, Missy, I'm just trying to push your pellets back innu da crock, SweetieBun."

And so I quick stick my hed unnerneaf ob Maman's hand and then tilt it up, so her fingers slide down my nose insted ob fru Missy's pellets, and I'm wike, "Pet me! Pet me! I'm Cute! I'm Cute!"

And Maman calls ober her shoulder to Dadda, "Did you ebber notis dat Missy hassa pointed widdle face, while George hassa liddle square snout?"

And Dadda's wike, "Whut?"

And I wook at Missy and Missy wooks at me and we bof wook atta Dawg and it's wike, "Whutdaheck?" alla-round.

Because wif Maman, dese fings just come outta No Where, sumtimes.

And Maman says to Dadda, rilly patient-wike, "Did you ebber notis dat Missy hassa pointed widdle face, and dat George's face is more square." And den she adds, "I wonder iffit issa male/female characteristic, wike wiffa Catz."

So she calls Da Dawg ober to her.

And onna'count obba Fakt he finks dere's a cookie innit, he bounces ober to her and comes sliding to a stop on his butt, so dat his hed is right uppa'gainst her hip-bone.

And Maman says to Dadda, "See? Marc hassa pointy snout wiffa square end where his nose issa'tached."

And Dadda says, "Becos he's a Border Collie. All Border Collies wook wike dat."

And Maman finks fora minit and den she says, "But wif cats, females habba more pointy face. Wook at Phil's KayCee Kitty. She hassa pointy face, and so does Beep-da-Udder-Cat. And Cokie-da-Fat-Cat hassa square face, wike George-da-Bun."

And Maman wanders back my way, so I stand up on my toes and resume doing my Cute.

And Dadda's wike, "Charlotte, he's begging again."

And Maman, who is now srota concentrating on me, says to him inna absent-minded sorta way, "I know, Brian." and then adds, "But he's cute."

And she starts to take da lid offa da raisin can again.

But MissyBun is not notising dis onna'count obba Fakt dat she is deep innu da pellet-crock

And I'm finking, "Yeah! Da Cute is about to pay off!"

And Dadda says, "I wish you wouldn't do that, Charlotte. It only encourages him."

And in dat absent-minded way, Maman says, "Yeah. I know." and goes on, opining da raisin can.

And Dadda warns her, "If you gib to wun, you gotta gib wun to all."

And Maman says, wike she's sleep-walkin, "Yeah. I know."

And wif her long, come-frumma-store finger-nails, she scoops out a raisin and sort ob pushes it between my lips. So I wrap my lips around da raisin and scoop it right off ob her finger-nail and back innu my mouf.

And nobunny sees a fing.

And just as I'm chewin', MissyBun's hed whips around frumma pellet-crock and she goes, "Whut'chu got?" fru a mouf-fulla pellets.

And I mumble "Nuffin'." onna'count obba Fakt dat I am chewin'.

And Missy gib me "Dat Wook" and sticks her hed back innu da Crock.

Anna Dawg, who has been plastered uppa'gainst Maman's hip wooks up wif Big Bloo Eyes and says, "I seed dat, BunnyRabbit. And unless I gedda raisin, I'm gonna tell."

And Maman says, wike she's readin' da not-too-cryptic dawg-mind, "Raisins are poisonous for Dawgs. Markie wanna cookie?"

And all datta Stoopit Dawg hears issa werd "cookie", and so he goes bouncing away fru da BunRoom innu da Kitchin and stands by His Cupboard, waggin' wike mad, sayin' "Cookie! Cookie! Marc gedda cookie!" ober and ober. Which just goes to show you how easily the Border Collie train-ob-thought can be derailed - toss a cookie onna points and watch da trainwreck.

And I'm still sittiing inna Loaf position, chewing my raisin, and MissyBun is still wif her hed inna pellet-crock, ploughing pellets innu her mouf.

And I hear Maman inna Kitchen, saying toda Dawg, "Hokay, Marc, dat's all. All Gone." And I know dat she is showing him her hands, wif her fingers all spread out, so he knows dat he has had alla Cookies he's gonna ged, which happins to be Three.

And Maman heads off innu da Dining Room and I hear her say to Dadda, "Well, they have all had their treats."

And Dadda says, "I'll turn out the lights."

So he comes innu da BunRoom, shuts out Our Light and Maman and Dadda bof say, "Nite, Bunnies!" and Dadda calls da Dawg and off dey go to Bed.

And den I hear Maman again, "I love George's square liddle face! Did you see, Bri?"

And I hear Dadda frumma Bedroom, and he says, "Yes. I saw. But you rilly hab to stop dat - gibbin him treats whin he begs."

And Maman says, rilly bright-wike, "But it's so cute!" Dat square widdle face wiffa prehensile lips!"

And Dadda says, patient-wike, "Yes dear."

And you can hear da tension in his voice, and I['m finkin' to myself, "Yeah, but Maman allus wins, cos she's just so darned Cute!"

And den Dadda adds sumfing - and you know, it's worrisome - becos he adds, "But it's George we're talking about heer, Love. And George isn't wike udder bunnies. George learns..."

And I'm finnking, "Uh oh..."

---------------------By George.

 

 


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Thursday, 8 March 2007
George's Third Strand; Day Number 8
Now Playing: Da Sign ob Spring?
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Guess whut?

It is Spring in sum places allreddy.

Not heer, though. We still hab Sno heer at Our Warren. Da Dawg sed there issa'bout Three Inches obbit out inna Back Gardin, but that the air smells wike it is gonna ged a widdle bit Warmer an then the Sno will melt sum, and then Lake Harper will prob'ly come back (anna Dawg hates that!) and then it will prob'ly be Spring afta that.

So I'm waiting forda Furst Sign ob Spring!

Mr Mouse sed dat Spring blows Up frumma Souf (wherebber dat is), and Beebe-Bunny sed dat he heard frum Murphy frumma Herd in Kin-Tuck-Eee dat Kin-Tuck-Eee is inna Souf.

So mebbe da Spring comes frum dere. Or mebbe it comes frum where Sheeba libs wif Unkul Peter in sumplace called At-lanta.

I will hab to axt.

It is berry important to know where Spring comes frum, onna'count obba Fakt dat Alla Us Togedder heer at Our Warren hab to be 'Lert for it so we can sing da Bim Song when Spring arrives.

It is beery important to hab Trandishuns and to carry dem out. Dey are all part obba Lore, and Da Lore is whut tells us Who We Are and Whut We Do. Learning Da Lore is part ob being 'Tellygint. Which is how Bunnies grow.

So I'm keeping an eye and ear out heer for Spring.

I did notice dat dere are daffydills sticking up inna Frunt Gardin. Maman remarked aboudd'em da udderday. She sed dey are widdle green spikes alla'long da frunt obba hollyhedge. And I sus'pose dat since I also herd her making a Spa 'pointment forda Dawg and Cokie-da-Fat-Cat, onna'count obba Fakt dat dey are also due at Dr. Peter Batts for their 10,000 Mile Check-ups (and Maman sed dat she is NOT taking dem to him wooking wike da messes dey are!) it will be hokay to axt dem to habba wook atta Frunt Gardin on dere way to habba Ride Inna Car.

Dat way I can find out For Sure if da daffydils are coming up outta da ground and if Spring is rilly coming or not.

Wif alla dis Sno, it is berry hard to tell.

Ob course, you mite fink dat we Bunnies can tell whin Spring is coming, and we can, but only inna Gen'ral sorta way.

Beebe and Mouse are blowing their coats - which is berry gen'ral - onna'count obba Fakt dat dere is bunny-fluff ebberywheres.

Da Dawg anna Bof Catz are sheddin all ober da place, too. And Maman combed out her hair again last nite and told Dadda dat ebben she must be sheddin'. Dadda sed it was more likely stress caused by Da Children, but Maman sed it was prob'ly Spring, so Who Knows?

But shedding is only a Very Gen'ral Sign ob Spring. Dere is nuffin spescific about it.

Whut I am wooking for issa Wun Momint whenna Air Changes. You know whut I mean? It's when you sniff da air, and suddinly, it doesn't smell of ice and cold ennymore, but has dis soft smell innit, dis smell ob soil and ob sunshine, anna smell ob Growing Fings. It's a very Faint Smell, way faraway at first, so faint dat only a Bunny Nose can detect it. And wike, it's suddenly Not There one morning, and then onna Nextest Puff ob Breeze, it's *there*...and coming closer!

Like God touched a cloud and sent it on it's way for whoebber notices it furst to say, "Yeah! There it is! It's Spring!"

And mebbe it's coming up frumma Souf, and mebbe it just comes outta nowheres, but I'm going to keep my ears up, my eyes opin and my nose going - just in case - so I can be da Furst Wun to Notice da Sign of Spring.

---------------------------- By George.


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Saturday, 3 March 2007
George's Third Strand (2007); Day Number 3
Now Playing: Hoomins Shuldn't Do Dis Stuff
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

Da trubble heer issat most hoomins don't know Our Maman, anna wuns dat do know her, most ob dem don't know her as ennyfing 'cept Dadda's bondmate and Our Maman. Only a few udder hoomins axtchually know her and da few who do, shuld know bedda, but dey don't - which ends up messing us up - which issa main Trubble heer, you know?

In Fakt, oncest upon a time, upon hearing Maman talking berry serriusly  aboudda Buk she was reading onna "Impact ob Epidemic Disease on His'try", wun persun turned to Dadda and sed, "Whut does she care aboud Dat Junk for?"

Which made Maman mad onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman has spent a whole'lotta her life in "skool" learning da difference b'tween "Real His'try" (which takes werk) and "Junk His'try" (which "ebberywun knows") onna'count obba Fakt dat she finds "Real His'try" a whole lot more innerestin' than trying out new brands ob laundry detergent or reading inna cheep (cos you use'em to line da bottom ob birdies' aviaries wiff'em) noospapers aboudda Desparate Houzvibes running wild through da Neighbourhood.

So whin a few ob Maman's friends called her up to 'Lert her to sumfing dey thought wuld send her "Climbin' Uppy Walls" again, they were Right!

Which issa main Trubble dat we are habbin'.

Wun fing Maman hates is whut is called "Junk His'try" which is simmylar to "Junk Science" but not as pop'lar. Junk His'try is ushually found onna TeeVee, and in Buks written by sum guy named Dan Brown and in Moobies made by sum guy named Michael Moore who only lets himself talk.

I don't go to moobies, so I dunno, and I don't bodder aboud pollyticks if I can help it.

I do digest buks, but Maman threw dat Brown guy's buk inna recycle bin bifore I got to it. She sed, "Dust to dust." whin she did it, and then came by Our Habbytats and sed datta pooties were bedda forda roses than a ton ob dat (and nice, 'tellygint bunnies don't use da werd dat follows nextest!).

So, ennyways, Our Friend, Auntie Irene called up and sed to Maman, "Hold on to your knickers."

And Sheeba's Fader, who is Our Unkul Peter called up and sed, "Whutcha'fink?"

And dat preddy much did it.

Maman went and wooked inna Noo Yawk Times Noospaper wif me and we found a hedline dat sed, "“The Lost Tomb of Jesus” on the Discovery Channel tomorrow."

And whut dis was aboud is 'sposedly sum holes inna ground inna far-away place where there are bones, and sum guy who has filmed a sunk ship is saying dat he has discubbered God Downna Hole. And he has DNA and ebberyfing to Proob it!

And Maman was wike, "He's recovered 2,000 year-old DNA that he can compare to whut? With 100% accuracy? One hundred per-cent of what?"

And I sed, "I dunno. But he's a'hunnert p'cent shure he's gonna be on teevee."

And Maman sed, "He's 100% of an idiot. I hate Junk His'try! He's got sum boxes ob bones frumma Furst Century dat were dug up and discussed twenty years ago. And he calls dis 'New'?"

And Auntie Irene sed, "I fink it's funny."

And Maman sed, "Dere is nuffin' funny aboud hoomins spreadin' lies udder hoomins mite beleeb."

And Auntie Irene sed dat was sumBun else's karmas.

And Maman sed it didn't madder onna'count obba Fakt datta Emperor still had no clothes on and sumBun hadda point dat out

Well, so Maman readed more obba story fing to me and den she started grabbin Buks off her shelves heer inna Study. And preddy soon, she had Two Quotes anna coupla biblee-O-graphies wike dis:

>>>"Simcha has no credibility whatsoever. He's pimping off the Bible... He got this guy, Cameron, who made 'Titanic' or something like that—what does this guy know about archeology? I am an archaeologist, but if I were to write a book about brain surgery, you would say, 'Who is this guy?' People want signs and wonders. Projects like these make a mockery of the archaeological profession."<<< -  Joe E. Zias, archeologist,  Smithsonian Institution, advanced training for the study of Paleopathology; Hadassah (Israel) Medical School, post-MA studies in the field of physical anthropology;  Master of Arts degree in Anthropology, Wayne State University, Michigan; Bachelor of Arts degree, Wayne State University, Michigan. 

And...

>>> "I've known about these ossuaries for many years and so have many other archaeologists, and none of us thought it was much of a story, because these are rather common Jewish names from that period. It's a publicity stunt, and it will make these guys very rich, and it will upset millions of innocent people because they don't know enough to separate fact from fiction." <<< - William G. Dever, American archaeologist specialising in the history of Israel and the Near East in Biblical times;  Professor of Near Eastern Archaeology and Anthropology at the University of Arizona in Tucson, Arizona, 1975 to 2002; Director of the Harvard Semitic Museum-Hebrew Union College Excavations at Gezer from 1966-71, 1984 and 1990; Director of the dig at Khirbet el-Kôm and Jebel Qacaqir (West Bank) from 1967-71; Principal Investigator at Tell el-Hayyat excavations (Jordan) 1981-85, and Assistant Director, University of Arizona Expedition to Idalion, Cyprus, 1991, among other excavations; 1955 graduate of Milligan College; Ph.D., Harvard University, 1966.

And she gots buks from dis Dever guy: Echoes of Many Texts: Reflections on Jewish and Christian Texts. Essays in Honor of Lou H. Silberman (co-editor, with J.E. Wright). Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1997.
For Those Who Sleep in the Dust: Archaeology and the Real World of Ancient Israel. American Schools of Oriental Research, 1997 

So Maman says to me, "Wookit, George BunnyRabbit, dis is whut I read, hokay?"

And I'm wike, "Uh huh. Yout got enny ob dose Baby Organic Carrots? I notised dere were none inna salads last nite."

And Maman wooked at me fora minit and she's wike, "Huh?"

And I'm wike, "Lookit, dere were no Baby Organic Carrots last nite. Are you runnin' out or sumfing?"

And I waved my ears around onna'count obba Fakt dat she finks dat is "Cute".

It issa Prooben Fakt dat you ged more treats when you are "Cute". 

And Maman sed, "You know, George, I fink you shuld habba bite ob cookie."

And I'm finking, "Well, dat's hokay, too."

So we wint Downnastairs anna tellyphone rang and it was Auntie Irene again, and she was reading Maman sumfing she found inna cheep noospaper aboudda Lost Tomb and more Junk His'try. And Maman readed her whut she had found frum those two perfessers and Maman and Auntie Irene hadda'nudder Long Talk - AGAIN!

With me anna rest ob Alla Us Togedder waiting there for dat bite ob cookie.

So Maman hangs uppa tellyphone and wooks at me, and I wave my ears inna Hopeful Wike Manner, trying once more wiffa "Cute" fing.

And Maman goes toda 'Frigerator and takes outta bag, pulls offa clip, pours sumfing out innu her hand and shubs it unner'neaf ob my nose.

And she says, "Would George wike sum Raw Organic Unsalted Sunflower Kernals?"

And I'm wookin' at dees fings in her hand wike, "Whutdaheck? I thought you sed dere was gonna be cookies!"

But apparently, there wassn't onna'count obba Fakt dat Junk His'try had driven enny thoughts ob cookies or Baby Organic Carrots rite outta her hed!

So heer we are, stuck wif Raw Organic Unsalted Sunflower Kernals.

Dere shuld be sum kinda law against dis stuff, lemme tell you!

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


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Friday, 2 March 2007
George's Third Strand (2007); Day Number 2
Now Playing: So You Fink You're Smarter Than A Bunny?
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

YO! COME BAK HEER WIF DOSE CHEERIOS!

Hokay, dat was Beebe-Bunny!!

Maman just came around, gibbin' out Cheerios to us onna'count obba Fakt dat we are Cute.

We get a'lotta stuff onna'count obba Fakt dat we are Cute - Baby Organic Carrots, sprigs ob Parsley, bites ob doughbut, Cheerios, Raw Organic Sunflower Nuts, da stray almond heer and dere - Yeah! Being "Cute" hassa'lotta'vantages.

Although not so much lately.

Which issa whole Point ob Dis Entry. 

Howebber, being cute is 'Portant.

Assa Dawg told Da Fat-Cat assa Dawg was eating sum Cheerios dat Maman had dropped onna floor, "Too bad you aren't."

And Cokie wooked at him fora minit and sed, "Yes, I am. I'm not da wun who hasta snuffle up dropped cereal onna floor by axydent. I got kibble put in my bowl uppystairs."

And he piked uppa strand ob Hay frum unnerneaf ob Mr Mouse's habbytat, anna Dawg "Woofed" in his face

And habbin' wifstood dat hurrican ob Dawg-breath, da Fat-Cat shambled outta da Bun Room and back on fru da Kitchin on his way toda Sitting Room which is where he goes inna aftanoons now. He says dere issa Sunbeam dat comes inna winder dere for him to sit in, but we, Alla Us Togedder, know datta Aftanoon Sunbeams all come innu da Bun Room fru da Memorial Winder and light up alla Suncatchers dere to bemind us ob alla Our Warren who hab gone on toda Rainbow Bridge bifore us.

So ennyways, Maman was just in heer, handing out Cheerios onna'count obba Fakt dat we're Cute. She says da Oats are good for Beebe-Bunny to gain sum weight, howebber, dey ar not-so-god for Missy who is Alreaddy a Beautiful Bunny Gurl ob Gen'rus P'porshuns and doesn't need to ged enny more gen'rus. Which is why Beebe doesn't fink he got enuf Cheerios. He nebber does. Nor does Mr Mouse.

Maman says it is inneresting dat da two smallest bunnies nebber fink dey hab enuf ob ennyfing, while I, George, shub her hand away afta I've had aboud four Cheerios.

Whut she doesn't realise is dat while I wike treats, I don't need to be hammered ober da hed wif dem. Four is nice, but whut else you got? I know dere are udder fings in dat 'Frigerator and I wuld like to try dem also.

I mean, GEEZ!

Hoomins ged stuck in such a rut!

  • Romaine
  • Parsley
  • Carrots

Whutebber happined to Dill? Where issa udder stuff dat usta appear in our Salads? Where are da Grape Tomatoes? Where are alla varigated lettuces? So Spinach is offa menu - does dat mean dat nobunny is growin' ennyfing else eidder? And how aboud Froot? We habbin't seen enny udder Froot besides Raisins in Forebber!

Hokay, da Cheerios was nice - four days ago! Whut's this wif dem showing up ebbery, single, sollytary day now? Issat all dat's inna cabinet?

It's wike Maman finks we don't communykate wiffa udder critters around heer.

I know, for hextample, datta Fat-Cat hadda bite ob doughnut da udder day. He came down heer bragging abouddit. Besides, wif dees ears, doesn't ennybunny fink I can hear Maman onna'phone wif Dadda?

"Are you going past da petrol station atta top obba road, dear?"

Only we can smell dat it isn't a petrol station. Dat's a doughnut station if ebber dere was one!

So we know dere are doughnuts onna'count obba Fakt dat Dadda smells ob doughnuts when he comes past to put on his "kettle" and make "tee".

Unless da Car, which stinks ob petrol when it takes us toda v-e-ts, has suddinly taken to runnin' on doughnuts....

Whut we don't know is why dere aren't enny doughnuts coming innu da Bun Room.

Why just raisins for treats?

And speaking ob treats...

Dere is also an Appul inna'Frigerator. So howcome dat issn't making it's way out heer, divided up innu four sekshuns wiffa core taken out, innu da Bun Room? I happin to know dat three ob dose Appuls went home wif Sistah Beffy and three more went home wif Phil-anna'Lanna. So whut's dat udder wun doing, just staying dere inna'Frigerator?

And I hab notised dat dere are cookies inna cupboard. Dey are also not coming out innu da Bun Room.

I herd Dadda da udder nite, though, callin innu Maman inna Sitting Room, "Did you fortyged you hab cookies out heer, Sweethard?"

And I'm wike, "So you fink you're smarter than a bunny? Try axtin' me dat questshun!"

Yeah. Well, I habbin't fortygot aboudd'em, lemme tell you!

Da fing is, wif alla dat stuff around heer howcome Maman keeps offering me da same four Cheerios?

It makes you wonder.

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


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Saturday, 24 February 2007
George's Second Strand (2007); Day Number 27
Now Playing: Babbies
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Well, I hab dis "Baby" fing figgered out.

Yeah.

I am releeved to know dat da onliest "babbies" around heer are US! Dat's right! Alla Us Togedder are Maman's "babbies" and there won't be enny udders. Especshully good to know issat I, George, remain, da 'Fishul Babby in dis Houz

And Dat's preddy much, dat.

Howebber, last Nite, Maman came home smelling wike sum kinda powder and stuff and sed dat it was onna'count obba Fakt dat she had bin at Sistah Beffy's houz wif Annastasia - who, it turns out, is anudder Baby!

Well, how were we s'sposed to know? We habbin't ebben seed Annastasia yet! We just keep hearing'bout her and nebber axtchully see her, so how are we s'sposed to know dat she issa babby hoomin

Da Dawg is tryin' to act all s'perior wike he smelled dat she wassa Babby hoomin and all, but he's just trying to cover up forda Fakt dat he smelled sumfing strange aboud Maman whin she came back frum Sistah Beffy's houz but he couldn't put a name to it onna'count obba Fakt dat he's nebber smelled Babby Hoomin bifore. So now he's trying to tell Alla Us Togedder dat he KNEW his "Pack" was bigger by wun, but wike Cokie-da-Fat-Cat sed, "He had No Cloo." 

So ennyways, I axt Maman dis morning, and found out dat Alla Us Togedder were da Onliest Babbies Gonna Be In Dis Houz, and I can still be Babby George if I wanna be (although I amma 'dult Rabbit now, still trying to Grow 'Tellygint), which issa Good Fing.

And Dadda sed dis was also a Good Fing onna'count obba Fakt dat we don't need enny more babbies becos we hab Quite Enuf As It Is, Fank You,

"Whut wif dis Stoopit Dawg and Throw-Rug Catz unner-foot alla'time." And den he axted Cokie-Cat again if he wanted to moob frum unner'neaf obba counter inna Kitchin where Dadda was tryin' to stand or become Two Furry Slippers anna Tennis Rakit.

And Cokie sed, "No. Gimmie Moooor food!"

And dis is just wike Last Nite while Maman was falleda'sleep inna Sitting Room onna'count obba Fakt dat she was Worn Out frum takin'care obba Baby Annastasia at Sistah Beffy's houz while Sistah Beffy was there habbin Noo'Moan'Yas.

Maman sed datta Noo'Moan'Yas made Sistah Beffy a widdle cranky, which was bad onna'count obba Fakt dat dere is not much to be done wiff a Groan Woman wike you can Do Sumfing fora Babby.

Maman sed, "A cranky babby you can find out whut is wrong, wike dey habba burp, and fix it. But a Groan Woman who is cranky is just Cranky and you spenda wotta time being Careful around dem, wike you wuld around a bomb dat can go off at enny time. Fink obba Noo'Moan'Yas assa blastin' caps dat hab gone unstable and are threatening to blow up da werks. Takes da starch rite outta you."

Den she sort ob wandered off innu da Sitting Room and dat wassa Last we herd frum her for Awhile, til she sed, "It's not her fault, you know. Ebbery Groan Woman finks Her Way issa Bestest Way. It's Hardwired innu her hed dat whutebber her mawmie finks, Her Way is bedda onna'count obba Fakt dat she Just Thought obbit, and Nebber Mind Ten Thousan Yeers ob Pre'vous Hextperience Raising Babbies - her way is Still Bestest. And dat's Hokay. Annastasia will lib fru it."

And Dadda sed dat was "Counter-Intu-it-tib."

And Maman sed, "It takes a village."

And Dadda sed it was no wonda that alla men left da villages to hunt onna'count ob alla Groan Women they hadda ged away frum.

And Maman sed he needed to bemember how well dat Village System had werked onna'count obba Fakt dat he was still alive, wasn't he?

And he sed dat his Fadder was smart enuf to know Whin To Ged Outta Da Village anna Way ob Groan Women, which is Sumfing He Also Studied.

And den Da Dawg anna Cokie-Cat hadda slight Argumint onna'count obba Fakt datta Dawg was sittin' onna Cokie-Cat's tail-fur. And Da Dawg was wigglin' which was jogglin' da Cat anna Cat doesn't like to be joggled.

So Dadda yelled, "Will you two buggers cut it out!"

And we got our Salads just kind ob tossed innu our Habbytats, and not Put In carefully wif our Salad Baskits wike Maman does it onna'count obba Fakt dat "I've only got two hands, f'crissake!" anna Dawg anna Cat were trying to be helpful, which upsets Missy and Mr Mouse onna'count obba Fakt dat they don't wike Catz-in-general, anna Dawg keeps trying to Herd da Cokie-Cat outta da Bun Room (which is his Job, afta all) and Cokie won't let Dadda outta his sight, onna'count obba Fakt dat he wants his dinner "NOWWW!" and he won't "Will'You'Shut-Up-Cat!" abouddit.

And Beebe knocked ober his Stuffie trying to ged close fora cuddle, which Dadda thought Beebe mite be being Upset and mebbe Aggressib abouddit, and Maman thought he maybe was expressing Grief, and it turned out datta Stuffie just fell ober when Beebe tried to cuddle. So Maman reached in and piked up Stuffie and Beebe gotta widdle bit 'Gressib cos you're not s'sposed to Touch Stuffie wiffoud his Prior Approval (which you can't ged onna'count obba Fakt dat it is HIS Stuffie), but Maman set Stuffie upright and Beebe could ged his cuddle.

But it wassa Preddy Intense Momint

But like Maman sed, "Ebberybunny libed. Which issa main fing."

Yeah.

We're all Still Heer and Reddy to Start Stuff All Ober Again Tidday...

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


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Thursday, 22 February 2007
George's Second Strand (2007); Day Number 22
Now Playing: Adding Fings On For Lent: Hawthorn's List
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Maman says Yestidday was Ash Wensday, which issa Beginnin' ob Lent inna Anglican Church callyender. So since we are Anglican Bunnies, we are gonna hab to do sumfing onna'count obba Fakt dat is Lent, which leads up to Easter.

Uh huh.

Now, long ago In Hoomin Lore ( Maman says. Wike I hab lerned Da Lore frum me,Hunny, Maman has lerned alotta Hoomin Lore.) it became Tradishunal for Anglican hoomins gib up stuff for Lent.

Dis "gibbin up stuff" is sus'posed to bemind dem ob Whut Was Gibbin Up for dem and ob Whut Dey Hab alreddy.

Well, ennyways, Maman finks dat Lent issa good time to axtchully Take Sumfing On, which is *rilly* Taking Time Off frum Sumfing Else You'd Radder Be Doin'. Which issa same fing as "gibbin' sumfing up" for Lent.

So Whut Dis Means for Alla Us Togedder heer at Our Warren issat we heer at Our Warren don't hab to Gib Up Ennyfing for Lent (which issa Good Fing, all-in-all) but we are, Alla Us Togedder, adding speshul Time to Fink aboud Friends and Family who Need Speshul Help.

So we are Addin' an hour wif Hawthorn's List.

Hawthorn wassa Bondmate ob Belinda Bunny. He wassa small white, bloo-eyed Holland Lop Bunny and he was deaf (which means dat he culdn't hear.).

Knowing dat Hawthorn was deaf hext'plains menny fings aboud him:

  • How he managed to put up wif Belinda Bunny inna furst place. (Belinda wassa Inkwish Spot Bunny ob a Berry Demanding Character. She was also da Top Bun in Our Warren. She wassa Bunny who started dis Hay Diaries blog onna'count obba Fakt dat she hadda lot to say, mostly her 'pinions and observashuns on LIFE as she found it. And she and Maman preddy much Ran Da Houz, wif Belinda commentin' and Maman mostly doing fings wrong.) It took a wot ob Courage to be bonded to Belinda Bunny.
  • How Hawthorn got to be a Therapy Bunny. He went wif Maman toda hoomin Hospiddle and Visited hoomins dat were sik. Since ebben da Thought obba BunnyRabbit being calm enuf to go visitin' inside obba hospiddle hadn't ebben crossed most hoomin's Event Horizon, Hawthorn got berry used to hoomins pokin' at him, goin', "Is dis fing stuffed?"
  • How Hawthorn accepted dat nobunny wanted him at first assa HouzBunny onna'count obba Fakt dat he didn't Do Ennyfing. Becos he couldn't hear, he wuld just stay sat by himself alla time. He knew whut It Was Like to be lonely inna silent world nobunny else knew aboud, while ebberybunny else was libbin inna whole 'nuther werld dat he culdn't share. So whin he came to Our Warren, he was allus Hoppy to share in fings wif Alla Us Toggeder and to make shure dat ebberybunny felt Inklooded.
  • Why Hawthorn lubbed snuggles, murmurs, tickles, ear-scritches, cuddles and kisses. He lubbed to be lubbed! And he lubbed to cuddle up and return lub. Ebben wif Belinda, he knew dat touching her, by lying wif his hed on her back was allus da Bestest!
  • And ebben when he got Sik, wif sumfing growing inside ob his hed dat nobun, not ebben a V-E-T culd see at furst, why Hawthorn Bunny was still patient and cheerful and ebber-hopeful dat Fings Wuld Werk Out.

And fings did Werk Out, but not wike Maman wanted. Hawthorn left forda Rainbow Bridge, leebin' Belinda assa Single Bun again. Den Belinda got Sik, and she hadda oppyrayshun and ebberyfing. And Maman cried and cried. And dat is part obba Da Lore as it was told to me by me,Hunny, Senior Bun. 

And dat is also right aboudda'time dat I, George, arrived in Our Warren and axted Belinda if she was my Mawmie. But she sed she wassn't, and dat she did not want anudder bondmate onna'count ob not feelin' berry well.

And I felt lonely and skert onna'count obba Fakt dat I was still Babby George anna Easter Dump and not unnerstanding how alla dat Bad Stuff  happins to so menny young bunnies and all - and onna'count ob ebberyfing aboud being in Our Warren being so new to me, I went to sit wif me,Hunny who wassa berry old Senior Bun by den, and lerned Da Lore.

So ennyways, just afta Hawthorn finally left forda Rainbow Bridge, Maman began keepin' a List wiffa names ob Hoomins and Bunnies she knew who needed Speshul Prayers, vibes and good thoughts. She named dis List, Hawthorn's Prayer List, afta Hawthorn, who was so Patient, Kind and Ebber Hopeful.

So now, for Lent, Whut We Do is to spend time wif dis List, Alla Us Togedder, furst bemembering da Bunnies Who Hab Come Bifore and who hab helped to make Our Warren innu Whut It is.

And den we spend time finking aboudda Bunnies Who Are Heer Now, who mebbe need speshul help, wike Herman, who issa Senior Bun and not feeling well, anna Baby Bunnies in Virginia who all need Forebber Homes. And we send vibes and prayers to their hoomins, Auntie Mary and Auntie Michelle, and are fankful dat dey are dere for these Bunnies.

And Maman says dat ennybun who needs to be added to Hawthorn's List just has to email us and she will add dat Bunny's and their hoomin's name! Onna'count obba Fakt dat dere is No Limit to Hawthorn's List, just like dere was No Limit to Hawthorn's Love.

And we bemember to send vibes and prayers for ebberybunny who is inna shelter, or who is seeking to find shelter, dat dey may find dere way innu opin arms and loving hearts. And dat da wuns who are in shelters will find Forebber Homes, and make room forda ones who seek shelter, sodat they will nebber be turned away, or become lost in their Great Search for a Warren.

And Maman says dat we also hab to fink very strong thoughts sodat da "Make Mine Chocolate" campaign gains strength and acceptance ebberywheres inna werld where dere are bunnies and Easter, sodat dere will be NO bunnies who hab to suffer at Eastertime! Easter shuld allus be a sellybrashun ob Love and Renewl, notta time ob Terror, Abandonment and OnAlone for thousands ob poor widdle bunnies!

Please, nebber, ebber buy a baby bunny assa Easter Present! We are not toys!

Yeah!

So Maman says dat dis is Whut We Do heer at Our Warren for Lent - we are gonna ADD fings to our daily lives wif Hawthorn's List. We are gonna ADD:

  • A Joyful burden of caring for udders
  • A Happy recognition of Our Responsibility toward udders anna
  • A Great Fanksgibbin' for dat which we alreddy enjoy
  • And menny prayers for God's Peace and Mercy for all.

So we aren't gibbin' up ennyfing for Lent, ebben though we are Tradishunal Anglican Bunnies. We're glad to be Adding Fings On...

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

 


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Tuesday, 20 February 2007
George's Second Strand (2007); Day Number 20
Now Playing: Dinner Is Late

Well, here I am, while "Dinner Is Being Held Up", Maman says.

Not in my paws or ennyfing wike dat onna'count obba Fakt dat I don't hab Opposable Thumbs, but because it's still frozen and hasn't finished thawin (whutebber dat is!), becos it got started late.

So Maman says it's Hokay for me to be up heer inna Study, typin' becos she is bizzy now inna Kitchin, trying to Get Fings Dun.

Wiffout Critters, she says.

Onna'count obba Fakt, she says, dat Critters (meaning Alla Us Togedder, and we Bunnies didn't ebben DO ennyfing, we just KNOW abouddit!) "Dat Critters are allus geddin'inna way"! 

And dis is all onna'count obba Fakt obba Dawg anna Cokie-da-Fat-Cat Got Mail!

Yeah!

And we're not talkin' E-mail or D-mail, we're talkin' the reel kinda Mail dat arrives inna MailBox atta kerb and hasta be brought innu da Houz! Ushually only we Bunnies get dat kinda Mail frum Our Cousins, or Maman or Dadda gets dat kinda Mail, but dis time sum Fing arrived for Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and Marc-Border-Collie.

So dey gotta posty card and onna frunt it said, "To Cokie and Marc Hawpa", which was preddy cool. And whin Maman turned it ober, it said, "It's Time For A Bath!" and hadda pikchur obba hoppy widdle dawg (Dadda calls dem "a rat-onna-rope" or a "rat-onna-string") wif it's hair all dun up inna bow.

So Maman shows da posty to Marc and says inna happy tone ob voice, "Does Markie-boy wanta bath? Does he wanna go toda Spa?"

Anna Dawg starts bouncing up-and-down and he's wike, "Cool!"

But you know he just doesn't geddit, onna'count obba Fakt dat he can't read. He just sees stuff in black and white and hears dat Maman has on a "Happy Tone ob Voice", so it's wike, "Whutebber - if Maman's Happy, da Pack is Happy, so I'm Happy, too!"

Onna'count obba Fakt dat da Dawg issa Idiot.

So Maman is all pleased and goes off to show da potsy to Cokie-da-Fat-Cat who is taking up space inna Red Chair inna Sitting Room. You see, dat is his AftaNoon place. It's where the sunbeams are.

So we Bunnies are inna Bun Room and we can hear Maman going Downna Hallway, wiffa Dawg bouncing along'side ob her, onna'count obba Fakt dat being beside her while she's walkin' is his Job (so she doesn't fall ober - but lemme tell you, she can fall ober him as easy as not!) and you know how Border Collies are about Jobs...

So ennyways...

They're bouncing along da Hallway and we Bunnies can hear Cokie-da-Fat-Cat who has been asleep and is Not Pleased about habbin' to Wake Up frum his Nap Inna Sunbeam.

And he's wike, "Whaaaaaaaa?"

And Maman's wike, "Lookit, Cokie! You Got Mail!"

And Cokie is not Impressed.

And we Bunnies can hear da Dawg, who is still bouncin', and Maman tells him to "Sit down, Marc! Marc! Sit down!" and there's this *thump* assa Dawg sorta pulls in all four feets and collapses onna carpet inna Sitting Room.

And we can hear Cokie-Cat, and he's wike, "Maaaaaail?"

So we hear nuffin' for a few minutes while Maman's showing him da Posty Card. And afta a minit, Maman says,

"It's frumma Spa, Cokie! You bemember Da Spa, don't you?"

And alla suddin, dere's da sound ob alla dis scramblin' goin' on inna Sitting Room.

And it's the sound obba Fat-Cat trying to ged frum Lying InsideOutUpsideDown innu UprightOnAllFourPaws in one movement... 

And he's yellin' "SPAAAAAAA!" atta same time.

And Maman's going, "You wanna go toda Spa, don't you, Cokie-Cat? You're tired ob smelling wike an old privy-rug, aren't you, Sweetie-kitty? Don't you wanna go toda Spa and habba nice baf and smell all fresh and clean?"

Anna Dawg, onna'count obba Fakt dat he has just herd a werd dat he rekognizes, suddinly starts bouncin' again, and now he's barkin' da only werd he rekognizes, which is,

"Baf! Baf! Baf!

And Maman starts yelling, "Marc! Shut up! Quiet!"

And suddinly, heer comes Cokie-da-Fat-Cat, paddlin' at high speeds downna hallway, wiffa Dawg hard on his heels, barkin' dat Dreded Werd,

"Baf! Baf! Baf!"

Anna Cat is runnin' as fast as he can and yellin', "Spaaa! Spaaaa! Nooo! Nooo!"

And Maman is yellin, "Marc! Get back here! Sit! Leeb dat Cat alone!"

And Marc is chasin' Cokie Uppystairs, still barkin' joyfully, "Baf! Baf! Baf!" like a moron, while Cokie's hustling to ged away for all he's worf.

So, while alla dis Noise is happinin', Dadda gets aboud half way Downnastairs, and he's yellin', "Are you all right, Sweetheart?      " while da Cat anna Dawg sweeps past him onna way up...

And den Maman gets as far assa Libbin' Room and she's wike, "I'm fine."

But dere issa whole lotta noise and yellin' comin' frum Uppastairs in Dadda's Office where Beep-da-Udder-Cat has bin sleepin' onna footon, not takin' part in alla dis stuff.

Yet.

So Ennyways... 

Whin Cokie anna Dawg barge in, she screams out, "Whuttaheck?" and because she hassa *rilly* short temper, she takes a swing atta Dawg as he anna Cokie-Cat go past...

And Alla Us Togedder down inna Bun Room can hear da noise ob several sets ob feets running back and forfh ober our heds.

And Dadda turns onna stairs and shouts uppastairs, "Will you buggers knock it off!"

And suddinly, dere is Silence frum Uppystairs.

Cos da Dawg anna Catz hab stopped runnin onna'count obba Fakt dat Dadda has yelled

And inna quiet, we Bunnies inna Bun Room hear Dadda as he axts Maman, "Do you mind me axting whut just happined?"

And dere is quiet for a minit and you can just see Maman wooking at him fora minit bifore she says,

"I dunno. Da Dawg anna Cat Got Mail. And dat's all I know." And she hands him da posty.

But Dadda didn't come out innu da Bun Room and axt us Whut Happined. Becos we could hab told him Why Dinner is Late...

-------------------- By George 


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Wednesday, 14 February 2007
George's Second Strand (2007); Day Number 14
Now Playing: Hoppy Valentine's Day Sno!
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

Yeah!

Well, we gots SNO!

And ice, and sum rain dat freezed, so all-in-all, it is preddy slippery out dere.

So Maman, onna'count ob she issa Wedder Weenie, knew dis Storm was coming. So by last Saturday, she had gone toda Market, buyed us Greens, and bought Milk and Bread and Stuff to make Veggytubble Soop and was all reddy for dis Storm to blow in.

Den Sistah Beffy came ober on Monday and Maman made shure dat she wint shoppin' for herself and Adam and Anastasia Elizabeth (whom we habbin't ebben seed yet!) so dat they had alla stuff dey needed whin da Storm arrived at dere houz, which is just ober a liddle ways frum Our Warren.

And Maman sed to Sistah Beffy, "Wookit. Frum now on, you will allus be reddy for Sno Storms. So whin you hear wun is coming, you go out toda store and you buy Bread, Milk, Stuff to make Veggytubble Soop and Greens forda Bunnies. Dis is becos you are now a Mawmie and dis is Whut We Do." 

And Sistah Beffy sed, "I don't hab Bunnies."

And Maman sed, "Den you buy Greens ennyways and bring them to me for Our Warren."

And Sistah Beffy got to take home some boxes. One wassa BIG box frumma Lewis Warren!

And Sistah Beffy opined uppa Box and inside was a lotta fings all wrapped up in widdle soft blankies. And I was wookin' at wunna da blankies and I sed to Missy,

"I wike these. You can rilly scratch dem up inna nice, soft pile."

And Missy sort ob pulled at wun wif her teefies while I was wookin' at sum ribbon, and sum how or anudder,  Dadda came along and scooped us up, and we managed to land right back inna Bun Room.

But bifore dat happined, we noticed dat dere wassa soft Teddy Bear right dere inna box, and sum more blankies, and sum ribbons, and stuff.

All for Anastasia Elizabeth whom we hab nebber seed! So Whut's Up Wif Dat?  How does Anastasia Elizabeth get alla dis stuff whin nobun has rilly ebber ebben seen her?

Ennyways... 

Inside obba Box dere wassa Buk for Pikchurs for Maman wrapped inna Bunny Baby Blankie. I guess dis is so she can take pikchurs ob Alla Us Togedder to show ebberybunny she knows! Now dat is preddy cool! 'Cept dere wassa werd "BABY" onna frunt ob dis Buk. Well, I usta be Babby George, so mebbe alla pikchurs innit will be only ob me. But ennyfing to spread da werd aboud how GREAT it is to lib wif HouseRabbits!

So ennyways, Maman sed to Dadda last nite, "Well, da Storm is starting and Phil-da-Lad hasn't called yet. Do you fink he's got Bread, Milk anna Stuff to make Veggytubble Soop, or would he anna'Lanna be planning to come out to come here in this?."

And dey watched sum car go sliding sideways downna street onna ice.

And Dadda sed to Maman, "He can't be dat stoopit."

And just den, the tellyphone rang.

And Dadda sed, "You hadda say sumfing, didn't you?"

So Phil anna'Lanna came on ober inna car and Maman gabe dem Stuff to make Veggytubble Soop, and Kitty food, and dey stayed to hab dinner ob Bangers and Mash.

And dey watched da cars slidin' downna street.

And prob'ly Payton, who issa Basset Hound atta Lewis Warren and knows Phil onna'count obba Fakt dat Phil grew up wif Our Warren's Ancient Dawg who was also a Basset Hound, had putta widdle package inside obba box for Sistah Beffy dat sed "Uncle Phil" onnit.

So Phil unwrapped it, and it wassa Bunny-spinner Toy!

Well, Phil got all hextcited and couldn't wait to get it unwrapped and make it start spinning. And he's sitting there atta dinner-table, eating his Bangers and Mash and playing wif dis Bunny-Spinner toy. Wike he's eight yers old. 'Cept dat he issn't. He's twenty-three yeers old and Maman started telling him dat he Bedda Act His Age.

Anna'Lanna sed to him, "Wookit, it has widdle bunny-shaped candies inna handle! May I hab wun?"

And Phil says, "No. I'm playing wiffit. Who cares aboud candies? I had wunna dees whin I was widdle and I LUBBED IT! How did Auntie Michelle know I needed anudder wun? Dis is so cool!"

And Missy sed, "Well if it's bunny-shaped and got bunny-shaped candies inside, you just know dat sum Basset Hound didn't fink obbit. Dat's a Bunny-Idea. It was all Toodles' anna Lewis Buns' idea!" 

Anna Dawg wandered out innu da Bun Room frumma Dining Room and he sed, "Dere's no chance ob us geddin enny candies. He won't put it down long enuf for me to gedda look attit!"

And Mouse is wike, "Ebben though Maman told him not to play wif stuff atta table?"

Anna Dawg shrugged. "He isn't ebben listening. Cos he's gotta toy. You know, alla "toys" in dis houz usually belong to me, and I keep dem in my Baskit, but I can't ebben get a look-in at dis wun cos he won't let go obbit."

And Missy sed, "Doesn't take much to 'muse dat boy." 

And out inna Dining Room Phil anna'Lanna were getting on dere coats, hats and Lagomorphin Enterprises gloves to go home. 

And it took Phil ten minuts to clean alla ice offa his Lancer Car.

Anna Dawg got bored standin' atta Frunt Door watchin' him, so he wandered out innu da Bun Room and sed,

"Dere issa whole lotta cold air comin' in frum dat Frunt Door!"

And Beebe is wike, "Cold air! Close da door, Stoopit!"

Anna Dawg sed, "Maman sed we can't onna'count obba Fakt dat it would be impolite. We hab to wave 'Good-Bye'. But I'm telling you, it's gonna be a short Patrol t'nite!"

So now it's tidday, which is Valentine's Day and it is sno'ing on top obba ice, which Maman sed, will make driving and walking a Preddy Inneresting Hextperience. And she sed datta schools are all closed, so alla Mawmies had bedda hab stuff to 'muse da kidlets.

And Missy sed, "Well, we know we dat Dat Wun Cubbered, fanks to Toodles anna Lewis-Buns, and Payton-Basset-Hound." 

And downnastairs inna Kitchin, dere is Veggytubble Soop onna stove.

So it's a Reg'lar Sno Storm, wif ice, and Bread and Milk and greens, and Veggytubble Soop. Which is how it's s'sposed to be. 

Oh and dat's beminded me! Lilly da Basset Hound and her friend Penny lib nextest door to us. You want sum Veggytubble Soop? You can hab your Mawmie MaryBef email Our Warren a vze334vw@verizon.net and MissyBun sed she will letta Dawg know so he can tell Maman!

------------------ By George 


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Monday, 12 February 2007
George's Second Strand (2007); Day Number 12
Now Playing: Fittin' Innu
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

Well, I changed the Calendar Fingy ober dere onna left-hand side obba Blog, becos although the Index Fingy might hab been more useful for lookin' for Previous Entries obba Blog (since it goes alla way back to Belinda's Blog in 2004!),  but dis Calendar Fingy looks Bedda. Da Index Fing just looks messy. To me, ennyways.

And I'm messing around wiffa way da Fonts werk, too. I kinda thought yestiddays looked too BIG, so tidday I went wif dis "10pt" wun. You gedda'nuff "Opshuns" going and you can RILLY screw fings up! I just wish I culd put inna pikchurs! But dat feetchur still won't werk for me! ("Tripod Guys are you heering me?!")

So, ennyways...

Yestidday sumwun sed sumfing aboudda bunnies "fittin' innu da family".

Anna Dawg came by and sed sumfing wike we hab to fit innu da "Pack". Den Cokie-da-Fat-Cat arrived saying we was part ob his "Chowder" and MissyBun (who was sittin' inna Noo Pootypan) sed dey were part ob Alla Us Togedder part of Our Warren where we preddy much make up our own mind aboud Who We Are and Whut We Do

It is wike dis:

I hab rilly big ears. If I hear sumfing at Nite, and it sounds like it might be Ob Concern, whut issa Logical Fing for a Bunny to do?

'Lert da Warren.

So how do I, George BunnyRabbit, go aboutta job of 'Lerting da Warren to a P'tenshul Threat?

Well, I am One Small New Zealand Rabbit out heer inna Bun Room, in my habbytat wiffa rest obba bunnies, but we can't do much, you know? So I *THUMP* - which in Lagomorphin (which is Our Language) means Hey-Lookit-I-Heer-Sumfing-Dangerous-Ebberybunny-Wook-Out!

And heer comes Da Dawg to see Whut Is Going On.

Now Seeing Whut Is Going On issa Dawg's Job, and becos dis Dawg issa Border Collie, he LOVES jobs, and dis is wun ob his. So he doesn't ebben hab to unnerstand Lagomorphin; he heers da *THUMP* and has to come see Whut Is Going On. Becos he issa Dawg and dis is his Job where he fits innu da Warren.

So great. He hassa job to do, which is to axt me "Whutssamatta, George BunnyRabbit?"

So I tell him, "Lookit, I herd sumfing." And he snuffles around for a minit and den goes, "Hokay, lemme gedda hoomin." and goes off to wake up Dadda.

Now, you see, heer is where dere isssa P'tenshul for Problems, onna'count obba Fakt dat hoomins who do not unnerstand Dawg will not unnerstand datta Dawg is just Doing His Job, which is Whut He Does, whinna Dawg wakes uppa hoomin up afta I *THUMP*.

Stoopit hoomins, who can only Fink in hoomin-terms, tend to fink datta Dawg is just being 'Noying whin he wakes dem up onna'count obba Fakt datta bunnyrabbit has *THUMPED*. Our Dadda, howebber, unnerstans Dawg, and knows dat Waking Up Dadda, who issa Alpha Dawg issa Propa Response fora Puzzled Beta Dawg.

And Marc-da-Border-Collie puzzles preddy easy, lemme tell you!

So Our Dadda puts on his Bafrobe and comes out innu da Bun Room to see Whutsamatta Wiffa Dawg, which brings him nextest to me, George BunnyRabbit, who wass wun who *THUMPED* inna Furst Place.

So as Dadda is opinin da Back Door to let outta Dawg to go on Patrol inna Back Gardin onna'count obba Fakt da Dawg has waked him up, Dadda axts me, "Whut's up wif You Buggers?"

And so I ged to tell him Whut I Herd, which is Whut I Do in Our Warren, which is, namely, to 'Lert Da Warren whin I hear sumfing dat I fink might be a Threat.

And Dadda, who issa Alpha  Dawg anna Hoomin Who Makes Sure Alla Us Togedder Are Safe, says to me, "Ebberyfing is hokay, George. Go on back to sleep."

And gibs me a treat or a pet or sumfing.

Den he lets inna Dawg and we all preddy much seddle down and I go back Onna'Lert until I hear sumfing else.

And dat's How It Werks.

Hoomins hab to lern to see Fings frumma'nudder Point ob View. It's not wike Da Dawg is doing ennyfing dat is Not Dawg-like. He is doing a fine job ob being a Dawg. In Fakt, I would say dat he is Preddy Darn Good at Being a Dawg! For a Dawg. Just wike I amma Preddy Good BunnyRabbit.

We are all just Doing Whut We Do, Alla Us Togedder, heer at Our Warren.

I will gib you a'nudder hext'ample.

Do you bemember whin Sheeba came heer to visit us (and brought Unkul Peter wif her), and Sheeba hadda BunPen Uppastairs while Alla Us Togedder were heer Downnastairs inna Bun Room

Yeah. 

Well, Da Dawg came frum Uppystairs and sed to Alla Us Togedder, "Hey! Dere issa'nudder bunnyrabbit up dere dat I don't know! So I snuffled her and she sed, 'Hey! You! I'm Sheeba, and Whodaheck are you?' so Whut do I do?"

So I was wike, "Axt her if she wants sum hay."

Soda Dawg went back Uppystairs and den he comed back and told us dat Sheeba alreddy had sum hay and was habbin' a nap and dat ebbryfing was fine. And we were wike, "Hokay, so wike, we don't need to *THUMP* ober dis, she issa'nudder bunnyrabbit and she is Hokay."

And so Sheeba told Da Dawg whut was going on wif her Uppystairs and Da Dawg came down and told us Whut Sheeba Sed. And dat was "D-Mail" and it werked. Dere were no *THUMPS* ob Werry, cos we didn't hab to be Werried. We were communykating wif each udder by way obba Dawg doing his Job

And sum Hoomins don't see dat kinda Fing going on, ebben in dere own homes!

Dey don't unnderstan dat Alla Us Togedder are Wun Big Warren, wif each bunny innit just Doing Whut Dey Do

Hoomins habba place inna Warren, but dey aren't Da Warren. Da Warren is Alla Us Togedder, and ebberybunny has to find dere place innit.

Now I know dat sumtimes it is berry hard for sum Species to lern to lib togedder. Our Warren is preddy much an Hextceptshun ob inner-species  co-operatib relashunships, Maman says, onna'count obba Fakt dat Belinda Bunny taught Maman alla Roolz (and not ebberybunny hassa Belinda Bunny to teach dem, Maman says.) and Maman makes whut she calls Policy around heer, lemme tell you! 

Maman says its all in ebberybunny lerning to Fit Innu da Warren, not trying to Make da Warren Fit ebberybunny. 

Bunnies axtchually know alla'bout Fittin Innu. It's Whut We Do. It's how We Make Our Warren.

"Ebberybunny hassa Place inna Warren and inna Warren dere issa Place for Ebberybunny". - Belinda Bunny (ATB)

And dere is allus room for Wun More...

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

 

 

 


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Sunday, 11 February 2007
George's Second Strand, 2007; Day Number 11
Now Playing: Bunnies-Inna-Dark!
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

Yeah, we are. 

It's bin TWO WEEKS and we heer at Our Warren, STILL dunno ennyfing aboudda "baby"!

Dis is re'dicullus.

Hokay, I'll tell you Whut We Know So Far...

  1. Anastasia Elizabeth arrived TWO Saturdays ago, and LIFE around heer sure has bin bizzy!
  2. LIFE around heer has bin BIZZY, but WIFFOUT US!
  3. Bunnies hab bin kept INNA DARK!

Yeah!

So we don't know ennyfing aboudda "baby" but we know a whole lot aboudda Anastasia Elizabeth.

She arrived alla suddin, Maman sed, whch is s'sposed to be good fing. And she is berry small, because Maman sed dat I am axtchually BIGGER den she is! I amma 7 lb., 3 oz. "Small NZ" bunnyrabbit and she issa 5 lb., 8 oz. hoomin. So I am bigger! MissyBun, a Beautiful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rus P'porshuns issa LOT bigger den bof ob us!

Howebber, dispite her small size, she is preddy much causing as much trubble for us assa rilly BIG critter.

Maman and Dadda were outta da Houz almost alla da time da Last Week ob January anna Furst Week ob February! Dey wuld leeb inna morning and Dadda wuld say toda Dawg, "On  Guard!"

Well, you know whut dat means - Da Dawg suddinly finks he is "In Charge" ob ebberyfin inna Houz.

So since Maman and Dadda allus close da Bedroom door, he goes to sit wherebber else it is dat Maman and Dadda sit, wike onna sofa inna Sitting Room. And dis makes Cokie-da-Fat-Cat mad, onna'count obba Fakt dat he fink alla sofas ('cept da wun inna Living Room) are his.

Soda Dawg is wike, "Wookit, I'm In-Charge."

And we're wike, "Uh huh." and go back to Whut We're Doing.

Anna Two Catz are wike, "Whutebber."

Anna heater goes off and on, anna Big Clock inna Living Room ticks and makes chimes. Da sunbeams moob around da Houz anna Catz moob wif dem.

And preddy soon, Alla Us Togedder heer in Our Warren are wike, "Hey! It's geddin' DARK inna Bun Room!"

Anna Dawg is wike, "Well, I can't do ennyfing aboud'dat. I can't reach da lamp."

Anna Catz are wike, "It's not our problem."

Anna heater goes off and on, anna Big Clock inna Living Room ticks and makes chimes. Anna sumbeams go off anna Catz moob innu da Sitting Room onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman isn't dere to tell dem to ged out.

Anna Dawg goes to sit byda Frunt Door becos he is "On Guard" and finks he is "In Charge" obba Houz.

And now it is DARK.

So we're feeling around for food and hay and suchnot, and da heater goes off and on, anna Big Clock inna Living Room ticks and makes chimes.

And it's STILL DARK!

And suddinly, dere's a whole lotta noise, anna Dawg starts to whine and here comes Maman and Dadda and dey are talkin' about Sistah Beffy, Adam and Anastasia Elizabeth!

And Maman suddinly says, "Oh no! Bunnies-inna-Dark!" and turns on Our Lamp.

And den da Houz comes alive again - and we ged Salads, anna Fuss, anna Catz go Uppystairs and hab sum food, anna Dawg goes outta Back Door on Patrol, and geds his Dinner and Cookies. Den we ged our Treats and Maman and Dadda (who are *still* talkin' aboud Ananstasia Elizabeth!) go innu da Bedroom and go to sleep.

Anna nextest day, da whole Process repeats itself!

So DEN...

Maman geds *sik* wiffa floo. And she is in bed inna Bedroom and Dadda's runnin' alla 'round and we're Alla Us Togedder  still inna Bun Room, wonderin' Whuttaheck is goin' on.

Anna Dawg doesn't know ennyfing, 'cept dat he is "On Guard!" whin Dadda goes out. Anna Catz don't know ennyfing onna'count obba Fakt dat dey are Catz.

And now dere issa Pile ob Presents dat Maman says are for Anastasia Elizabeth!

So, you know, heer we are, FINALLY Uppastairs inna Study! And Maman is FINALLY geddin' around to letting us do Whut We Do.

Butta whole Fing is, we haben't herd Wun Werd aboudda "Baby" fora Long Time!

And we habn't SEEN dis "Anastasia Elizabeth" who ebberyone is runnin' all ober for!  Who is she? Where is she? WHUT is she?

And where has Sistah Beffy gone? We habbin't seed her in WEEKS!

So yeah. Da Lack ob Infortymayshun around heer sorta sucks.

Becos nuffin' ebber changes, you know?

Da heater still goes off and on, anna Big Clock inna Living Room still ticks and makes chimes. Anna sunbeams moob alla'round da Houz, wiffa Catz in dere wake, while da Dawg goes in-and-out da Back Door on Patrol.

so, well,  we'll let you know when sumfing happins...

---------------------- By George  

 


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Friday, 19 January 2007
George's Furst Strand ob 2007; Day Number 19
Now Playing: 'Lert Loop
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

Ebbery Bunny inna Warren hassa job. Dat's just Whut We Do. Ebberybunny hassa Place, and ebberybunny is Needed. We are Alla Us Togedder to make a warren.

Onna'count obba Fakt dat ebberybunny is allus bedder at sumfings . We all hab Gifts. So ebbery bunny takes part inna running ob stuff and No Bun Gets Left Out or is OnAlone. EbberyBun is needed inna Warren, and NoBun is ebber useless! 

Dat's whut it means to be Alla Us Togedder!

So, in Our Warren, I amma 'Lert Bunny. Dis means dat I stay awake all night Onna'Lert, making sure datta Warren is safe. I sleep all day to make dis happin, but dat is Hokay onna'count obba Fakt dat I amma NightBunny preddy much ennyways - meaning dat wike sum hoomins, I am more inclined to sleep during da day and be awake at night.

And you gotta'mit, da Werld needs those ob us whose Biological Clocks are set to run inna Dark. We might be dif'frunt frum you, but we are da wuns who run alla Power Stations, and 'Mergency Services, and Hospiddles, and Noos Outlets, and ebberyfing else dat is Opin All Night. Inna Anglican Lore, we beleeb God knew Whut He Was Doing  whin He created Alla Kinds ob Beings.

So ennyways, I amma 'Lert Bunny heer at Our Warren.

Dis is how it werks:

I sleep all day so I can be awake alla Night Long. I stay awake, wif my ears standing up, scooping in alla sounds frum ebberywheres inna Houz and frum Outside. Dere is nuffin' dat I don't hear. And I know alla sounds, just as I was told alla them frum me,Hunny frum when he wassa 'Lert Bunny bifore I growed Tellygint enuf to habba job.

So I stay awak alla Night, inna Dark and Listen. And if I hear a Noise that I don't recognise, I give an Alarm *THUMP*.

This *THUMP* issa berry Old Rabbit Signal that can be herd above ground and also down unner da ground, inna Burrows. It means "Danger ", and it is Serious. I don't hab these Big Feets for nuffin'. 

Well, when I *THUMP* heer at Our Warren, that usually brings Da Dawg, who is Hed ob HomeFruntDoor Sekurity. He also stays awake, staying Onna'Lert for Intruders or Danger.

So when I *THUMP*, he comes frum wherebber he happins to be inna Houz, sticks his Inquiring Nose innu da Habbytat and axts, "Hey George BunnyRabbit, whutssamatta? You all right?"

Now, dis issa Dawg, doing His Job, and he issa Border Collie and Border Collies LOVE habbin' JOBS. It's Whut Border Collies Do.

Ob course, sumtimes, he is so pleased to habba Job, dat he sticks his Inquiring Nose innu da wrong habbytat. And Mr Mouse and Beebe bof hab Strickt Roolz aboudda Where Dawgs Shuld Stick Inquiring Noses, and Most obba Roolz revolve around  "Not In My Habbytat". So whenna Dawg sticks his Inquiring Nose innu da Wrong Habbytat, he usually geds peed on. 

But dis is mostly onna'count obba Fakt dat they are not Onna'Lert at Night and he has waked them up by sticking his Inquiring Nose where it doesn't belong. Mr Mouse issa 'Lert Bunny when it is Day.

So ennyways, Da Dawg comes and axts me,

"Whutssamatta, Geroge BunnyRabbit?"

And I'll tell him Whut I Herd

Anna Dawg will ponder dis.

And he'll axt me, "Did you hear a Cat?"

And I'll say, "I dunno."

Then den he'll axt me, "Did you hear sumfing inna BackGardin?"

And I'll say, "I dunno."

And nestest he'll axt me, "Was it a Cat Uppystairs?"

And I'll say, "I dunno."

And den he'll say, "So whut was it?"

And I'll say, "Dat's why I *THUMPED*! Onna'count obba Fakt dat I dunno!" 

And onna'count obba Fakt dat Dadda says Da Dawg shares a brain-cell wiffa Cokie-Cat, anna Cokie-Cat has alreddy taken da cell Uppystairs forda night, da Da Dawg is now 'Fishully Puzzled.

And whin Da Dawg is Puzzled, he goes off to axt Dadda Whut He Shuld Do Nestest.

Now, ob course, Dadda and Maman are alreddy asleep inna BedRoom onna' count obba Fakt dat it is Night.

But in order to axt Dadda ennyfing, Da Dawg hasta wake Dadda up, and 'splain Whut's Going On.

So Da Dawg sticks his Inquiring Nose innu Dadda's armpit, and den Dadda' wakes up, rilly alla-sudden way, and Makes Dis *BIG SURPRISED* kinda NOISE.

And I'm out heer, inna Bun Room, finkin' "Whutdaheck?"

So I *THUMP*...

...and heer comes Da Dawg, back frumma BedRoom innu da Bun Room, all hextcited, and he's axting, "Whutdaheckssamatta?" 

And Dadda's all awake inna BedRoom going...

...nebber mind whut he's going onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman says HouseBunnies shouldn't know Those Werds.  

But it makes me *THUMP*, again, which brings Da Dawg running back, and preddy soon, it kind ob gets a lot like a string ob computer commands, that We heer in Our Warren call the "'Lert Loop  :

  • IF Noise + George = *Thump*, Then
  • George + *Thump* = Dawg, Then
  • *Thump* + Dawg = Perplexity, Then
  • Perplexity + Dawg = Dadda, Then
  • Dadda + Dawg = Noise, Then
  • REPEAT

Wiffa end result that there issa Whole Wotta Noise going on, sum obbit in Bunny-thumps, and sum obbit in whut Maman calls Anglo-Saxon, anna Dawg ends up Outside habbin a Short Patrol obba BackGardin wedder he wants to or Not. Which preddy much stops the 'Lert Loop, but not bifore ebberybunny inna whole ob Our Warren is Wide Awake...

...Inna middle obba Night...

...so...ennyways... It is now preddy much Time for me to Hab Sum Hay and Habba Nap onna'count obba Fakt dat it is Day, Mr Mouse is Onna'Lert and I need to ged sum sleep...

----------------- By George 


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Wednesday, 17 January 2007
George's Furst Stand ob 2007; Day Number 17
Now Playing: Waiting for Law & Order
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit

So ennyway...

Mr Mouse is really, RILLY 'noyed onna'count obba Fakt that evn though he issa 'Fishul Spokesbun and Mascot for Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC., the big, fairly noo tellyvision inna Sitting Room heer at Our Warren won't gedda good pikchur frumma channel-fingy so his old friends frumma show Law & Order can't come where he can see them. 

Hokay, lemme hextplain, because dis is alla'bout Habbin' Choice, and Habbin Friends. Anna Small Mouse-coloured HouseBunny, whose name is Mr Mouse. I'd put inna pikchur ob him, but Tripod is *still* not letting me! (And I 'pologise for da "Comments" fingy not werking right, eidder. Mebbe sumbunny frum Tripod will see dis and FIXIT!)

Ennyways...

Birfore Mr Mouse came to live at Our Warren, he wassa Special Friend to a very wunnerful man who came frum sumplace called "Liberia". And when The Man Frum Liberia was forced to gib up Mr Mouse, because his gurly bondmate-wife didn't want The Man Frum Liberia to lib wif Mr Mouse ennymore (or she would leave), The Man Frum Liberia didn't know Whut To Do. He didn't want to just turn Mr Mouse Out Obba House to try and lib OnAlone because he knew that Domestic HouseBunnies can't survive inna wild, and he wassa'fraid to just *gib* Mr Mouse to ennybunny because there are sum Very Bad People who are cruel to bunnies Out Inna Werld.

So, in order to be shure in his own heart that his dearest friend inna Whole Werld, that is, Mr Mouse, wuld nebber be hurted or skert, The Man Frum Liberia took Mr Mouse toda V-E-T's and asked dat his liddle friend be helped toda Rainbow Bridge, where he would allus be Safe.

Well, the V-E-T saw Mr Mouse and his widdle friend, LuckieBun, and felt sad datta Man Frum Liberia was being forced innu making such a terrible choice. So he axted The Man Frum Liberia if he wuld like forda V-E-T to call sum Bunny People who might adopt Mr Mouse and gib him and LuckieBun a Noo Home!

So The Man Frum Liberia told da V-E-T, "Yes! Please call those people!"

And that's how Mr Mouse and LuckieBun came to lib at Our Warren.

And something Maman discovered about Mr Mouse wassat he recognised da music he heard onna Tellyvision one night! And he made a big fuss in his habbytat, until Dadda piked him up and carried him innu da Sitting Room and let him sit onna Sofa nextest to Maman. And Maman let Mr Mouse hab sum Rice Chex cereals in his own liddle bowl, while he sat onna pillow and watched the show wiffa music he'd recognised.

And that show was Law & Order!

So ebbery time Mr Mouse hears the music frumma tellyvision show, Law & Order, he makes a big fuss, throwing toys and tipping ober stuff until he's piked up and taken innu da Sitting Room, placed on his pillow, gibbin his bowl ob cereal and allowed to watch his show, Law & Order. And when his show is ober, he gibs Maman a widdle nip (because he doesn't wike to watch da Noos; ONLY Law & Order) and goes back home to his Habbytat.

So ennyways.

Da old tellyvision inna Sitting Room broke, and it couldn't be fixed, so Maman and Dadda (who didn't know enny bedda) went out and buyed dis big silver Tellyvision called an HDTV because it was on sumfing called a "sale". And they put it inna Sitting Room and brought Mr Mouse in to see his show, Law & Order, onnit.

Well, Mr Mouse sed dat pikchur was so BIG and so BRIGHT, that he thought dat alla stuff he was seeing was gonna jump offa dat tellyvision box, right innu da room wif him! And he was skert!

But then, it didn't, so he was Hokay.

But da fing is datta place where da pikcher comes frum changed da way da pikchur arrives at Our Warren's Tellyvision and now it doesn't come innu da Sitting Room all clear and BIG ennymore. It's all fuzzy, LOUD and 'noying.

And its been this way fora coupla months, so Mr Mouse hasn't been able to watch alla his friends on Law & Order. And he misses seeing his friends because they are kinda his last ties to his furst friend, The Man Frum Liberia. And this kinda sucks, you know, and is Depressin' for a Small, Mouse-coloured HouseRabbit.

And Mr Mouse seems so sad, sometimes that it makes Maman sad, too. So she and Mr Mouse tried watching "CIS:NY" and "CIS:Miami" and "NCIS" but Mouse sed he didn't rekonnize enny friends dere, and nuthin' to bemind him obba Man Frum Liberia, so he just told Maman to bring him back to his habbytat where he Sulked. He didn't ebben eat enny ob his Rice Chex cereal frum his liddle bowl, and so Maman felt bad for him.

And Maman sed the Whole Problem was down to Cable

Yeah.

If we had Cable, we would also hab Law & Order. But Maman and Dadda sed dat we weren't gonna hab Cable onna'count obba Fakt dat in order to hab Cable, we wuld hab to pay alotta "munny" for useless stuff Maman and Dadda don't want, and ennyways, Verizon (who supplies our tellyphone and 'puters and ebberyfing else) was gonna get Cable soonest. 

And then Our Warren would get Cable, too, and Mr Mouse would hab Law & Order back!

Yeah, well, Whut Happined is dis: The Cable Company sed dat nobun can hab Verizon Cable onna'count obba Fakt dat dey are da Onliest Cable Comp'ny ALLOWED to supply tellyvision inna Whole Area! And if Maman and Dadda wanna hab *enny cable at all* it will be frum Them!

And Maman got mad and sed sumfing aboud dis being 'Murica and she would ged Cable frum whomebber she damn-well liked, and if we hadda wait until Verizon could supply us wif Cable, den we wuld.

So heer we are, waiting...

...A whole Warren ob nice HouzRabbits, a Dawg, Two Catz anna Maman anna Dadda, all waiting to be allowed to hab Choice so we can watch One Tellyvision show along wif One Small Mouse-coloured BunnyRabbit Who Is Missing His Friend Frum Liberia.

Whut issa matta wif da Cable Company dat dey are afraid obba widdle competition frum Verizon? Why can't people choose to hab dere Cable come frum da Comp'ny dey want?

Maman says we gotta 'peshul Fibre-Optik-Cable allreddy inna houz; all sumbunny needs to do is to FLIP WUN STOOPIT SWITCH - and Mr Mouse can habba visit wif his friends frum Law & Order.

Mr Mouse says dat he's willing to talk to Verizon about being a Spokesbun for them so he can habba visit frum his old friends at Law & Order and be beminded ob The Man Frum Liberia who lubbed him so much dat he wuld nebber leave them OnAlone and instead brought Mr Mouse and LuckieBun to Our Warren.

All Verizon hasta do is to call me, George, (and I will talk to Maman)  onna'count obba Fakt that Mr Mouse is too 'noyed to ebben talk to ennybunny right now. Because ebben though Mouse loves Maman and loves Dadda and loves being part obba MultiSpecies Home heer at Our Warren, he still would like to sit onna Sofa, on his pillow inna Sitting Room, and eat Rice Chex frum his widdle bowl and hab his old friends frum Law & Order come to pay a call, just for an hour, just wike dey allus did when he was libbin' wiffa Man Frum Liberia.

And den Mr Mouse will be able to go back to his habbytat afta watching Law & Order wif Maman, and hab sum hay and habba nap, and be a Happy HouseRabbit, knowing dat he is not ebber going to be OnAlone, and dat Sumbunny allus Cares For Him and dat He allus Cares For Sumbunny.

And dat, you know, is all a HouseBunny rilly ebber needs.

------------- By George   


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Tuesday, 16 January 2007
George's Furst Strand of 2007: Day Number 16
Now Playing: An Apology, and Latin
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises

Furst ob all, I want to apologise for yestiday's Blog being slightly messed up. Maman is changing around da "Fonts" command, trying to make The Hay Diaries easier to read, and then doesn't Tripod go and scramble summa my werds when it goes to publish dem toda Werld Wide Web? It is almost too much to bare (meaning dat it wooks a wot wike I was typing stuff wiffa nekkid brain), and Maman just geds Fed Up.

Ennyways, it's no use complaining to Tripod aboudda "How Fings Don't Werk" onna'count obba Fakt dat you write to dem, but nobun is there to reply.

So, ennyways.

You know how at yestiday's Power Brekfast I sed I hadda get bedda Communication Skills onna'count obba Fakt dat I am da Junior Executive ob Lagomorphin Enterprises, and also habba seat onna Bored ob Direktors?

Yeah.

And bemember I mentioned that Maman hadda rant going about "The American Educational System"?

Uh huh.

Well, Maman stumbled out frumma Bedroom dis morning, fumbling for coffee, while we were habbing Our Warren's Sekond Power Brekfast. And she, me anna Hed ob HomeFruntDoor Security (that would be Da Dawg) all went Uppystairs to Maman's Study to read da Noospapers Online on her 'puter.

And Maman sed she didn't sleep berry well onna'count obba Fakt dat Sistah Beffy had called inna middle obba Night because she was in False Labour, and I sed, "Dat's right, onna'count obba Fakt dat I herd da tellyphone ring and I thumped, bemember?"

And Maman sed she bemembered, but dat she was preddy sure she hadn't been particuarly comforting because she had taken meddysin for her migraine and didn't feel at all well.

And she wondered a bit aboud wedder she should take meddysin if she felt bad, so she would sleep, or whether she should not take meddysin and stay awake all night and be grumpy all the nextest day, just in case Sistah Beffy called again.

And Maman sed, "Having babies is a pain inna butt. You nebber know when they are coming and everything lacks proper planning." 

Which I thought was preddy funny, coming frum Maman, who can't plan ennyfing frum one minit toda nextest. And she is not ebben da one having the baby!

And Auntie Grace is calling Sistah Beffy "Poppin'Fresh" onna'count obba Fakt dat Sistah Beffy is looking Very Round atta momint, and Little Anastasia is due to arrive atta End Obba Month! 

Yeah!

But, then, ennyways.

We ged Uppystairs and find out dat Dadda was alreddy in his Office onna'count obba Fakt dat he didn't sleep much eidder, because he was waiting alla night for Sistah Beffy to call back, saying she had gone toda Hospiddle. And Maman sed he shouldn't werry, her pains weren't reg'lar and only a half-hour apart, and were prob'ly False Labour, which is preddy normal wif Furst Babies. He shuld start geddin werried, Maman sed, when she calls and says her pains are ten minutes apart, and ebben den, dere will still be Time for a whole lotta the Ushual Family Buggering About bifore Da Main Event.

But I could tell Maman was werried. I am a Fully-growed Companion HouzRabbit and we can tell Fings.

So ennyway.

Da Dawg, Maman and I went innu her Study and began to read da Noospapers Online, particuarly Da Daily Telegraph Online, and Da Guardian Unlimited online which are da noospapers frum Inkwand that Maman allus reads Furst. And inna Guardian there wassa article about learning Latin.

Hokay, now Latin issa language that Maman learned in School a long time ago. She feels it is Very Important, onna'count obba Fakt that by learning Latin, you also learn Inkwish and how sum udder languages werk. For some rezons, it is no longer offered to be taught in schools.

And Maman geds Very Upset that it is no longer being taught in schools; in Fakt, it is no longer ebben offered, so nobun can even choose to take it in School, ebben if they want to take it! Which means dat ebben if sumbun wanted to learn it to help them learn to communicate bedder in Inkwish, or if they wanted to learn Latin to help them learn sumfing else, or to improve their skills in communication or ebben their Logic skills or sum udder skills, they couldn't take it onna'count obba Fakt nobun would teach them!

And when Maman geds upset about Latin not being offered to students to take, people called "administrators" say Fings wike, "Leaning Latin is useless." and "No one speaks it." and "There are more important fings to learn that students aren't learning." and "Learning Latin issa Show-Off thing nobunny needs."

So Maman gets mad, because she says learning Latin would help students who don't know Inkwish learn how it werks, and help students who fink dey speak Inkwish alreddy learn to commicate bedder.  

"A classical education," says Maman. "Does not imply exclusivity and/or financial privilage. An education in the classics teaches discipline, appriciation for cultural diversity and Logic."

And sumhow, her approach makes udder people get rilly mad at her.

Of course, Dadda may be right when he says dat it is not whut she is saying dat makes udder people mad, but da way she says it, wiffa sort of "What-are-you,-too-stoopit-to-lib?" kind ob expression on her face.

So ennyways, she's been hunting around for a long time to find a Really Good way to say Whut She Means inna non-threatening kind of way.

And she found it this morning inna article inna Guardian Unlimited Online noospaper, inna article by Mary Beard, entitled "Tacitus Was No Elitist":

"The good news is that, whatever its posh image, Latin is a hard subject in which the academically able thrive. It's rather like maths: money alone can't make you good at it."

And Maman sed, "That's it, exactly: money can't make ennybun good at any subject in school. Everybun has to study in order to learn, and some learn faster than others - but Every Bun needs to have the opportunity to learn as much as they are able to absorb at the rate they are able to absorb it! And then if they're too stoopit to learn, then, well, there are always jobs available that don't require *real* intellligence!"

So Maman suddenly felt that "somebun" agreed wif her about the subject of "Education" and that made her happy

It doesn't take much to make Maman happy, lemme tell you!

But I got to Finking dat mebbe I should learn Latin, since I want to learn how to Communicate bedda assa Junior Executive ob Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC. So when I got back Downnastairs toda Bun Room, I axt MissyBun what she thought about me learning Latin - like, would it help me become more 'Tellygint?  

And MissyBun sed she finks, dat: "Nebber mind Latin. Whut I fink issat all hoomins should learn to communicate in Lagomorphin."

"How do you werk dat wun out?" I axted her.

And she sed, "Inna same way dat I werked out ebberyfing else: Wogik. Hoomins should learn Lagomorphin for alla same reasons that you sed Maman sed dat they should learn to read and write in Latin, wif this additional reason thrown in: it would help students learn to care about anudder Species. Hoomins fink dey are *still* da only Species dat matters, and mebbe if dey learn to communicate inna'udder way, wike Our Way, dey will learn dat dey are not." 

And I sed dat this idea had merit, onna'count obba Fakt dat Hoomins (who seem overly concerned wif each udders various "Cultures") shuld pay more 'Tension to alla udder Species wif whom they hab to share This Planet, mainly because they have to Share This Planet!

And MissyBun sed, "Dat's right." and she sniffed. "Hoomins fortyged dat dey are Stewards, not Owners ob dis place."

So I guess MissyBun is preddy right, ebben if her position is a liddle bit more extreme than Maman's: Students need to be offered the Hard Fings as well assa easy fings to learn. Ebberybun needs to become as 'Tellygint as they can - and nebber deny sumbun da chance to learn to communicate bedda!

And dere is nuffing wrong wif being a 'Tellygint Bunny

------------------------ By George 

 


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Monday, 15 January 2007
George's Furst Strand ob 2007: Day Number 15
Now Playing: George, Junior Executive

So I told Missy dat, assa "Junior Executive" heer in Our Waren, I hadda get bedda "Communication Skills" and dat, was dat!

This - you will please notice the change! - THIS was onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman has been ranting on and on about "how poorly somepeople choose to express themselves in the written (Inkwish) language." and how "the Educational System in America has failed its students by insisting that teachers commit educational suicide by teaching to idiotic standardised tests." 

Since I don't want enny part ob that argument, I'm gonna hafta learn to translate my thoughts frum Lagomorphin innu bedda Inkwish.

But that is not The Onliest Reason. This being Our Warren, there is More. There is Allus More

"Peace and Harmony" - not to mention being able to sit quietly inna corner, contemplating the Werld going by - is sumfing to be cherished, lemme tell you! 

And as da Junior Executive of Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC., I habba feeling dat I am going to be cherishing alla "Peace and Harmony" I can get! 

Lemme tell you about Tiday So Far: I woke up, hadda wash, had sum hay and started to habba Fink wif MissyBun, Mr Mouse and BeebeStuffie (Stuffie doesn't Fink much, but then, neither does Beebe, so it's not a problem.). and his

So, Right Off, Missy sed she wassa Udder Hed Sekretary, just like Maman, and was keeping Notes, and that she would be In ChargeFinks or (as she sed) Executive Biznizz Meetings held by Alla Us Togedder. ob enny

And I sed that we shuld hold VOTES on ebberyfing, just wike Belinda Bunny sed, that we shukd run this BIZNIZZ just like a Warren, where Ebbery Bunny Has Wun VOTE, and the most VOTES on ennyfing, wins

So Alla Us Togedder VOTED on dat and it won, 4 - 1 (onna'count obba Fakt dat Stuffie didn't choose to VOTE and kept all four paws down.) So da Furst Rool Around heer issa same wun we've allus had: One Bunny, One VOTE.

And then We agreed dat we would go on, waking up early bifore the Sun Is Up, and hab "Power Brekfasts" - that is, powering down as much food as possible bifore Maman arrived inna Kitchin to grope around for her coffee, or Dadda came out frumma Bedroom and turned on alla lights. (Dadda likes as much light as he can get inna Morning; Maman prefers to wake up as slow as she can. We don't care, onna'count obba Fakt dat we're alreddy Up and Powering Down Food.)  

And that got anudder VOTE ob 4-to-1 in Favour Ob onna'count obba Fakt dat Stuffie didn't VOTE dis time, eidder.  But she's not big on Eating the way da rest ob us are (being a stuffie and ebberyfing), so I can't blame her.

So then, Alla Us Togedder got interrupted by Da Dawg arriving and wanting to know if it was Hokay wif us if he went Outta Back Door to go On his Morning Patrol.

And I was wike, "Wookit, we can't opin da Back Door for you and you know it onna'count obba Fakt dat we don't hab Opposable Thumbs. You're just going to hab to wake up Dadda."

Anna Dawg sed, "Hokay, George BunnyRabbit." and trotted off, back toda Bedroom where he came frum.  

And Beebe sed, "Shuld we take a VOTE about agreeing onna Dawg being Stoopit?"

And Mr Mouse sed, "No. There is no sense in VOTING on whut we Alreddy Know. How about we VOTE on who is going to be 'Junior Executive' for Lagomorphin Enterprises?" 

And dat got Missy going, and she fluffed all up and wanted to know why we needed a 'Junior Hextextutive' when we alreddy had Maman and her to run fings.

"Whutsamatta? Don't you trust Maman and me to know whut's hapinin' alla time? Maman knows where Dadda is, whut he's sellin' to whom and whut he's gotta ged more ob. And Maman knows howta werk da 'puter and answer da tellyphones, besides which Maman knows howta dress up and alla dat stuff. And I know ebbryfingunior Hextextutive' for?"  Maman knows, so whut do you need sum 'J

And Mr Mouse piped up and sed: "For the Letter-Hed. It just looks bedda when dere issa "Junior Executive" listed there along wiffa CeeEeeOh. "

And Missy sed datta Letter-Hed looked Just Fine when it sed "Hed Sekretary" and "Udder Hed Sekretary" unner'neaf ob "CeeEeeOh".

And den Missy stopped for a second and den axted, "And just whoinnaheck is dis 'CeeEeeOh', ennyways? And why habbin't we VOTED on her?"

And Mouse sed: "Onna'count obba Fakt datta 'CeeEeeOh' is Dadda and you can't VOTE on him." 

And Missy sed, "Oh." 

And then Beebe mentioned dat he hadn't ebben seed a Letter-HedMouse pointed out, one was bound to turn up if Maman got left in peace atta 'puter for any length of time. He had alreaddy herd Maman talking about creating one, so it couldn't be too far frum being heer. yet, but as

But Missy kept insisting dat we VOTE on wedder or not we shuld habba 'Junior Hextexutive". So we did, anna VOTE was 3-to-1-to-1 wif Stuffie not VOTING eidder way, again - but ennyways, having a Junior Executive onna'count obba Fakt dat a Letter-Hed that was bound to turn up Sumtime, won.  

So den Da Dawg came back, bringing Dadda to open the Back Door for him.

And he went Out On Patrol. It's his Job, and Jobs are more important to Border Collie Dawgs inna Morning than having Power BrekfastsHouzRabbits. are to

And Dadda put on The Kettle and headed off toda Bafroom, which is more important to him than a Power Brekfast, too.

And Maman was still inna Bedroom, so Alla Us Togedder went on wif Our Fink and Power Brekfast.  

And Mr Mouse sed dat we shuld 'Lect da Junior Executive. "I don't wanna be It." He went on, "Onna'count obba Fakt that I am the Comp'ny Mascot."

"An' Whutdaheck issat?" axt Missy

"Dadda sed so. He sed since I am his Office Bunny, I ged to be The Comp'ny Masot and have my pikchur on stuff p'taining to da Comp'ny. So onna Letter-Hed, I will be listed as 'Mascot, Mr Mouse' and hab my pikchur on stuff."

And Missy thought aboud this and gave Mouse a Disapproving Rabbit Look.

"Well," Sed Mouse, "You're 'Udder Hed Sekretary'!"

And Beebe sed dat he and Stuffie had decided to be "Salad Directors", and Mouse axted, "How do you werk dat wun out, since Dadda doesn't sell salad?"

And Beebe sed we all hab to eat sumtime and when we did, he and Stuffie would be there to Direct it.

Which seems fair to me.

So Mouse p'posed me for "Junior Executive" and we VOTED onnit, and it was passed, wiffa VOTE ob 4-to-1, with Stuffie not lifting her paw eidder way again. This looks like it's going to become a habit wif her, onna'count obba Fakt dat stuffies don't seem to VOTE on ennyfing, ebber.

So den Dadda came back into the Bun Room and axt Whut We Buggers were up to, and I sed we were habbin' a Power Brekfast, and he sed, "Eh? George-the-Bun? What are you up to?"

And he gave Alla Us Togedder a Pet and went off to make Tea.

Which is not a Bad Fing, but it more or less broke uppa Power Brekfast dat we were habbin' just about then.

Because by the time we got ourselves sorted out frum having hadda Pet, it was time for our Morning Snack And Following Nap.

So, just bifore we settled down to a short munch, dat's when I sed to MissyBun dat I hab to ged sum bedda "Communication Skills" - onna'count obba Fakt dat if I am going to be the Junior Executive ob Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC., I am going to have to be able to communicate effectively wiffa CeeEeeOh.  

Because, nebber mind whut Maman says about "The American Educational System" and about the "Deterioration of the Inkwish Language" - NONE ob THAT means EnnyFING! We're talking about stuff getting inna'way ob Nap Time and it is Serious BIZNIZZ. And I can't be having wif Nap Time being interrupted by poor communication inna hierarchy onna Letter-Hed.

So we gotta werk dis out. And we will. Later on. Afta da Nap.

------------------------- By George 

 

 


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Sunday, 14 January 2007
George's Furst Strand ob 2007; Day Number 14
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Noo Comp'ny, Noo Office, Noo Werk for Alla Us Togedder
Topic: Lagomorphin Enterprises
Our Dadda has a Noo Comp'ny and he sed that Alla Us Togedder heer at Our Warren are Da Bored ob Directors.This is mainly onna'count obba Fakt that the name obba Comp'ny is Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC and We are the Family Lagomorphs

Belinda Bunny and Hawthorn would be proud. Hawthorn allus sed datta bestest way for Bunnies to being taken Serriusly inna Werld was for Alla Bunnies Ebberywheres to Achieve Economic Innypendance Through Manipulayshun obba Financial Systems (or sumfing like dat). Ennyways, he would approve ob us having This Comp'ny wif Our Name Onnit.

So Maman has a Noo Office for Us to share wif her. And Ebberybun In Our Warren hassa Job inna Comp'ny!

Yeah!

Maman issa 'Fisshul Sekretary obba Comp'ny, which means dat she hasta type a lotta stuff innu her 'puter, answer da phones and just, in gen'ral, know Whut Is Going On. Alla Us Togedder are sus'posed to help her wif dat.

Da Dawg is sus'posed to "Guard". He wants to be Hed ob HomeFruntDoor Sekurity, so Dadda sed dat while he is not heer, da Dawg can go ahead and BE Hed ob HomeFruntDoor Sekurity. Dis means datta Dawg, who is still all shiney wif Collie-slick frum being atta Spa, Perminit Job which will be to Be "On Guard" att Frunt Door alla time, watching out for Maman and Us, letting her know Who Is Atta Door and Warning Off Strangers. Because he issa Border Collie, he says he has this covered. He has also inklooded Barking At Squirrels inna Back Gardin atta Back Door to his resume, for free. He sed dis issa'nudder Border Collie Fing.

Cokie-da-Fat-Cat says dat his Job inna Comp'ny is to Look Good, and be da Cover Cat. He says dat since he has been toda Spa, (and is still Fat) he can do this better than enny other Cat. Assa Cover Cat, he will sit on Dadda's briefcase and cover up ennyfing Dadda might be looking for. He also says that Catz, in gen'ral, don't hab to hab "jobs" onna'count obba Fakt dat they are Not Dawgs. Only Dawgs hab to hab jobs to justify their exisitences. Catz simply "are", and Cokie says dat at just  "being" , he's allus had dat covered. He also says dat "covering" comes nat'chural to catz who use litter-boxes and are neat.

Yeah. Whutebber.

And Beep-the-Udder-Cat says her Job inna Comp'ny will be to sit inna winder to look out for fings forda Dawg to bark at. Since she sits inna winder ennyways, dis issa berry good job for her. So you can say datta job ob Display Cat is filled: she will be filling dat winder like a Thanksgibbin' Day Balloon on Display at all times.

Which brings me to Us. Dadda says dat da Bunnies heer at Our Warren are da heart and soul ob Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC. And dis is onna'count obba Fakt dat We stand for :

  • Speed - rabbits are known for getting around inna hurry
  • Friendly, Personal service - there is nobun friendlier den Us
  • Reliable - bunnies are dependable. It's a survival fing.
  • Integrity - bunnies are Honest. There can be only Troof inna Warren.

And, let's face it, a comp'ny run by Lagomorphs is gonna hab certain traits: we werk well togedder onna'count obba Fakt dat we are social creatures who hab to learn to lib togdder. And We come fumma MultiSpecies Home, where we hab to learn to Get Along. Plus We habba firm belief in nebber lebbin' ennybunny OnAlone, so whin sumbun needs anudderbunny, we're *there* to help each udder. 

It all goes wiffout saying heer at Our Warren, you know?

So, starting tomorrow, dis is how Lagoorphin Enterprises, LLC is going to werk: Dadda will go off inna mornings to visit clients and keep appointmints inna Speshul Bloo Van, and Maman will stay heer and run da Office wif Alla Us Togedder to help her.

Dadda sed dat Mr Mouse will prob'ly become da SpokesBun, onna'count obba Fakt dat he likes to ride on Dadda's shoulder so much, and since he won't be able to do dat, he'll be able to appear in pikchurs and stuff, insted. Mr Mouse sed he finks dat will be all-rite, depending onna diggity obba advertizing.

Maman sed MissyBun and I can be free-range inna office most days, so dat means dat you can go to Dadda's 'Fishul Web-site, www.gloveguyonline.com/mercer and get the contact info, call and axt for me, George! I prob'ly won't say much, onna'count obba Fakt dat I let Maman talk for me onna tellyphone, but I like to hear my name! Yeah! I wave my ears alla'round and wook atta tellyphone and do Bees-inna-hed binkies! 

And Maman sed dat ebben Beebe and Stuffie can come up inna Office sumtimes if they want to. She's not shure how much Beebe will unnerstand or want to help out, since he's very much innu Treats and Sustainable Farming just now, and there will not be much ob dat going on inna Office. He may just want to stay Downnastairs inna Bun Room and watch ober da White Box Wiffa Treats In. Just to make shure datta Dawg doesn't ged alla'em, you know? But if he wants to come up inna Office, Maman sed she will find a way to bring him up, and she will nebber leeb him Downnastairs inna Bun Room all OnAlone, eidder.

So dis is gonna be Our Ownliest Comp'ny, Lagomorphin Enterprises, LLC. ob our very Own!

Like I sed, Belinda Bunny (who stood up for HouseRabbit Rights) and Hawthorn (HouseRabbit Economist), who was Belinda's HusBun, would be very proud.

--------------- By George 


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Wednesday, 3 January 2007
George's Furst Strand ob 2007; Day Number 3
Now Playing: Guest Blogger: Beebe-Bunny!! Yo! Where's My Food?

Note Frum George: In keepin' wif Tradishun, I was gonna habba Guest Blogger yestiday, and it was gonna be Beebe-Bunny!! who has sumfing impawtant to say - BUT - wuldn't you know datta whole HAY DIARIES web-site was down and onna'count ob dat I couldn't publish Beebe's artykul? I mean, rilly! Anna web-site won't let me put enny pikchurs inna HAY DIARIES, eidder and it's beginnin' to rilly ged on my wast nerb...

So, ennyways, heer is Beebe's Guest-Blog dat was typed Yestiday, but is appearin' Tiday onna'count obba Fakt datta stoopit web-site is messin' up, wif my apologies toda Beeb, who is, afta all a Senior Bun and ebberyfing heer at Our Warren...

 

YO! WHERE'S MY FOOD?

Beebe-Bunny!! heer.

George sed I could be a Guest-Blogger tiday.

So, Lookit...

It has comed to my attenshun datta ConTammyNayShun Obba NaShunal Food Supply has reached EppyDemmik P'porshuns.

Uh huh... I hab heard abouddit frum Maman and George who read stuff inna Noospapers. 

Dere has been outbreaks ob illness associated wif all kinds ob CommerShilly-produced Greens (da biggest being an outbreak ob E-coli bacteria contamination ob iceberg lettuce atta Taco Bell eating places inna Norf'east) and for a commershilly-produced greens-eating consumer (namely HouseRabbits) dis issa calamity!

I'm tellin' ya, da salads served to us Bunnies may not be safe

And I hab seen dis wif my own eyes heer at Our Warren!

'Cos I amma Senior Bun and I was around whin Maman was serving bagged salads. Bemember those? Handy bags fulla great-looking greens, already labelled as "Pre-Washed" and "Ready-to-Serve" - dey were eberything a HouseRabbit could want, all in wun bag, washed, mixed and ready to be heaped up high on a 100% made-frum-recycled-paper paper-plate and served to hungree bunnies!

And dat's whut it sed onna label: Pre-washed and Pre-mixed! Bagged Salads wassa boon to the busy Mother of HouzRabbits, ebberywheres - but especially to Maman who had 10 HouzBunnies, inklooding one seriously sik bunny who was inhaling 3 salads a day, ebbery day.

So Maman served up two salads dat nite - from Bagged Salad called "Sring Mix" - salad dat she had washed herself, ebben though the bag sed "Pre-Washed".

By da nextest morning, LuckieBunny (who ate one salad) was critically ill and da udder, Belinda Bunny, was showing symptoms. Bof were rushed toda V-e-t's. LuckieBun, who was so sweet and silly and wuld nebber hab burt ennybun, died ob mycotoxin poisoning associated wiffa bagged salad. Dis is scientific Fakt (yeah, Maman and Dadda went toda trubble to hab it verified). Belinda recobbered.

Now Maman nebber, ebber buys Enny bagged or boxed salad! And she nebber, ebber buys enny salad product marketed unner da name ob Dole.

And dat's A Fakt.

Onna'count obba fakt dat Belinda was so critically ill, and she taked so much intensive nursing, and just da way udder hoomins nebber seem to unnerstan aboud HouzRabbits, in General, and LuckieBun's leaving forced Maman right through Anger, and Out Da Udder Side, to Resignashun. So she nebber "Made An Issue Ob Contammynated Salad" inna court, ebben though she hadda Proof Obba Troof. Where issa point, Maman axted us, in doing ennyfing bar warning udders ob danger? No munny can ebber bring LuckieBun back...

So Maman gotta Stone Rabbit for LuckieBun to put in Hunny's Our Warren Memorial Rose & Herb Gardin... 

But Our Warren doesn't fortyged. A Senior Bun Bemembers and adds Warnings innu Da Lore: Nebber Eat Bagged Salad! 

Now, lemme tell you sumfing aboudda E-coli bacteria. It issa a natchurally occuring bacteria. It comes frum cows and pigs, mainly da wuns dat are let innu fields ob greens, or near to fields ob greens. It also gets innus greens when manure frum cows-fed-on-grain (not grass) is used on fields ob greens. It also can come frumma unclean hands ob hoomins who picks and processes greens

In udder werds, E-coli can come frum all-ober.

It is also a "sticky" bacteria, so it is almost impossible to ged it ALL washed off ob greens. Eating as liddle as 10 orgaisims ob some strains can make a hoomin sik (cit.: Noo Yawk Times 1/2/07 artykul), so you can imagine whut a few obb'em do to a bunny!

I'm telling you dat Our Supply ob Fresh Greens is Not Safe!  

So Whut Can A Bunny Do?

Well, yo! Ged your hed outta your butt and listen up! 

Furst, your hoomin has gotta Make A Decision - shop for greens atta giant SupaMawkit or spend a widdle more and Buy Local?  

Buying Local means your hoomin has gotta find a Farmer's Mawkit and find a Farmer, a person who ackchually digs inna dirt and raises food. Den your hoomin has got to tawk to dis Farmer person aboud how dey Farm Da Land: do they use pesticides? Whut kind? Do they use fertlizer? Whut sort?

Da werd "Organic" on greens is no Gar-an-tee ob ennyfing these days! Just cos your hoomin goes to "Whole Foods" or buys  Wal*Mart "Organics" doesn't mean da food is safe for a bunny to eat - it is still mass-produced, and much ob it is growed far, far away in places where using chemmykals and stuff is *okay* or da greens hab to be shipped long distances or processed a lot before they gets it to your habbytat!

Now da BESTEST idea dat I hab heared aboud for Knowing Your Food has come frum Auntie Laura Hardy who libs heer in Noo Joisey - and dat is POTS.

Yup.

She plants Herbs-In-POTS on her Frunt Steps, and she has these Big-Liddle Gardens, right outside her door that grow fresh for the cutting for her Bunny Salads!

Now the thing about POTS issat they can come *INDOORS* when da wedder turns cold, and they will keep Growing Herbs!

Yup!

We're talkin' your very OWN

  • Mint,
  • Dill,
  • Cilantro,
  • Dandelion,
  • Flat Parsley,
  • Curley Parsley,
  • Basil,
  • Wheat-grass,
  • Lettuces,
  • Right on up to your own Carrots and Radishes!

You just get dirt, sum seeds and wadder and you are On Your Way

Cheap, Easy and SAFE!

But I gotta tell you dat supporting your Local Farmer is also a Great Idea, too, onna'count obba Fakt dat if you don't support your Local Farmers, preddy soon all you are gonna hab are Far-Away Food Sources - food dat hasta come frum places you nebber heard ob, food dat hasta be preserved in order to reach where-you-lib! And dat means chemmykals dipped and sprayed onna stuff dat goes in your mouf!

You want dat?

Yuck.

Not me.

But I DO want fresh salads - ebbery nite! - and I DO want good hay frumma local source dat I know alla'bout, inna bale, not in sum plastik bag.

And da way to ged dis stuff is to tell your hoomin:

"YO! YOU! Ged off your butt! Start a Gardin, or gedda pot! Ged sumfing goin' around heer so I kin EAT!"

You gotta put your paw down. Dere are Times Whin Bunnies Know Best - afta all, we hab bin eating salads a wot wonger wif bedder results den most hoomins.

So it is Time we Bunnies made Our Voice Herd:

  • We NEED SAFE FOOD! 
  • WE NEED LOCAL FARMS and FARMERS!
  • No More Bagged Salad! 
  • No More Salad-Inna-Box!
  • WE WANT FRESH! 

So, wike, YO! Whut's in your 'frigerator?

------------------ By BeeBe-Bunny!! 


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Monday, 1 January 2007
George's FURST Strand ob 2007; Day Number 1
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Hoppy Birfday to THE HAY DIARIES!
Topic: The Next Generation

It was Three years ago tiday dat Belinda Bunny sat down atta 'puter and began to type her thoughts aboud libbin' assa urban houseRabbit heer inna HAY DIARIES.

So far as I know, she wassa FURST bunny to ebber hab her berry own blog, where she could put her ideas out onna Werld Wide Web.

Dis wassa milestone for alla HouseBunnies, ebberywheres!

Yeah!

Onna'count obba Fakt dat nebber bifore had Bunnies had a Voice ob Their Own inna Werld ob Hoomins! We had menny hoomins who were brave enough to speak for us, but we had nowheres to speak for ourselbs.

Den Wun Rabbit made a dif'frence, and dat Wun Rabbit was Belinda Bunny, Proud Inkwish Spot.  

And ober da years THE HAY DIARIES hab talked aboudda wotta Fings, and dere hab been menny bunnies who hab writed aboud whut was imporant to dem

Onna personal note, I hab tried berry hard to Grow 'Tellygint while I hab been heer. I came toda HAY DIARIES as Wun Small Bunny libbin' in Our Warren. An Easter Dump, I wassa'fraid ob "Romaine Lettuce" and had nebber eben seen a Salad bifore coming heer - I was dat much obba Baby Bunny! I ebben thought dat Belinda Bunny mite hab been my mawmie. I was so confoozled, so berry confoozled.

Yeah - you see, dis is whut happins to small bunnies who are picked up as Easter toys and den discarded whin dey are no longer "cute", and no longer fit into sum hoomin's werld. Dey are "dumped" - inna park, or onna road, or inna woods, where dey lib out da few days dey hab left in sadness and fear and hunger and want, because dey don't know how to survive inna outside, and dey are prey. Da lucky ones, if you can call us dat, are put innu boxes and left sumplace, like a shelter or a V-e-t's office, and meebe sumone kind comes to get us.

Or meebe not.

And it's frum bunnies wike Belinda (who came to Our Warren frumma shelter) and frum me,Hunny (who was rescued frum horrible people who almost killed him) and frum LuckieBun (who a man wif tears in his eyes was forced to gib up to Our Warren) and frum Willow (who wassa Easter Bunny inna pet-shop dat No One Would Buy) and frum Maggie (who was bought on impulse by stoopit drunk people) and frum Poet (who libbed in a tiny cage for 7 years bifore she came to Maman) and frum Heatherington (a Pet-Shop Rescue) and Beebe-Bunny (a poor, trapped School Bunny) and frum Ms Clover (who was found inna dumpster, rescued by Auntie Grace and came alla way frum Bis-con-sin to Our Warren!) and frum Mr Mouse (who was surrendered by a man who loved him dearly) and frum sweet, deaf widdle Hawthorn (who mean children poked and teased bifore Maman took him into Our Warren) and my wunnerful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rous P'porshuns, MissyBun (who was rescued by Uncle Michael and came alla way frum Noo Yawk to lib in Our Warren)...

It is frum alla dees menny bunnies dat I hab learned dat we are Da Few Who Make It, Da Blessed, Da Lucky Wuns, when dere are still so meeny bunnies who Hab no Voice, who are sitting OnAlone rite at dis berry momint in shelters and unnerneaf ob bushes and by demselbs in bad places - who all need homes, to come Frum OnAlone into Alla Us Togedder.

But One Fing dat I hab also learned frum typing inna HAY DIARIES issat dere are awotta Kind People, too, who hab Bunnies libbin' in dere houses. Dere are Kind People who lib All Ober Da Werld, and I hear frum dem, AND frum dere bunnies almost ebbery day!

I know bunnies in Noo Yawk and in Callyfornia who lib in castles, who own real estate, who run companies, who hab salads and raisins ebbery day, and who hab access to computers, and who ged to pee on beds whin dey get 'noyed wif dere people! I know bunnies who hab passed dere Salad Bar, who fly hareplanes, appear on totebags and teeshirts and who are Nashunal Spokesbuns, and publish calendars and greeting cards, and who appear in videos taking da lids offa dere berry own treat jars!

Yeah!

I know bunnies who hab birdies to sing to dem, and who hab patios, and who are in charge ob Rescues, and who do 'mazin' tricks and wear costumes! I know bunnies who hab organised dere berry own Organnyzashun and Website, wif dere own Roolz, and who gib tee-shirts to V-e-t's! I know a bunny who had his pikchur inna Navy! I know bunnies who are so talented dat you wuldn't beeleeb it if I told you! And dey are not OnAlone, and dey are not skeert, and dey hab Homes Ob Dere Own.

Bunnies are a Society ob Our Own and I feel berry blessed dat Belinda thought I culd type dis HAY DIARIES blog. How culd she hab known datta widdle white bunny who arrived inna box was gonna be able to carry on dis afta she had 'stablished it? But she did. Sum how, she did.

Hunny teached me Da Lore.

Belinda showed me Da Futchur.

Maman says dat Rabbits teach Hope.

And I am gonna continue Onna Way, wiffa HAY DIARIES.

----------------- By George 

 


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Sunday, 31 December 2006
George's 12th Strand; Day Number 31
Now Playing: Hoo Boy! Hoppy Noo Yeer's Eve!

You know, it is berry wunnerful to fink datta Hay Diaries Blog was started onna Noo Yeer's Day in 2004 by Belinda Bunny. So Tomorrow will be a Birfday ob sorts for The Hay Diaries Bunny Blog!

 And when you fink dat The Hay Diaries Bunny Blog wassa Furst Blog ob it's kind - For Bunnies, By A Bunny - well, it makes you FINK, you know? Aboudda Fakt dat we hab commed DIS far and hab DIS much Furdder We Can Go...

Becos Noo Yeer's issn't aboud looking BACK ober your shoulder and gibbin' da RBB (or "Royal Bunny-butt") to Whut Has Gone Bifore, and it issn't a Time to be Sad Aboudda Fings Dat Hab Happined (becos Fings allus happinin, no madder whut-we-do) - Da Noo Year Sellybrayshuns are a Time to Figger Out Whut We Can Do Bedda.

Like Belinda sed when she started The Hay Diaries... "Dere is no cause to be stoopit aboud dis."

And she is rite.

Dere doesn't hab to be a wotta inward-navel-gazing aboud "Whut We Shuld Hab Done" or "Opps, We Hab Screwed Dat Up" onna'count obba Fakt dat whutebber it is, It's Done, and It's Ober, So eidder Don't Do It Again, Stoopit, or Plan How ToDo Bedda Da Nextest Time! 

Maman wikes to say dat "Da Past is gone, da Futchoor may nebber come, so All we hab is Dis Momint in which to lib and make a Dif'runce."

Now Maman is no Poster-Child for Making Up Her Mind. In Fakt, she is a Champion-Flutterer (in udder werds, ged her atta wrong momint and she's gonna FLAP ebbery which way like a pennant inna high wind trying to "make up her mind" whut-to-do. And sumtimes, Dadda hasta jump in dere and make-up-her-mind for her, becos udderwise we'd be hanging dere Forebber!) But da Fing is, she means well. She knows dat Whut She Does Means Sumfing, so she is careful to make dat momint she spends Flapping and Fluttering is spent looking out for ebberybun's welfare. It's becos she issa Maman, and Looking Out for Ebberybun's Welfare is Whut She Does.

But no Momint will last Forebber. So wike Belinda Bunny spent most ob her life trying to tell Maman: "Wookit Wady, Sumtimes you just gotta Do Sumfing!"

Wike make a Rezzy-loo-shun - a Promise to yourself dat you will do Sumfing. Tiday wuld be a good time. How aboud Now?

Sumfing Possytib, becos dere are Enuf Negative Fings inna Werld. 

Make sure datta Sumfing is Do-able ("Saving da Werld" is Not Do-able!). 

Try Out whutebber is your "Rezolve to Do" for Wun Hour and see if you can do it - becos ennybunny can do ennyfing for just Wun Hour!

And Don't Hexpect Mirakuls! Mirakuls only come aboud Oncest Inna While At Great Need, Hunny told me. In Fakt, he sed, don't Ebber Wish To See Enny Mirakuls! Cos if you do, Fings are prob'ly gonna ged rilly complicated, rilly fast - an'dat's da wast fing a bunny needs! Routine and boredome hab dere Attractions - wike Reg'lar Meals anna Normal Sunbeams to take Naps in.

I wanna leeb you wif dis Thought Frum Belinda's Furst Blog back on Noo Year's Day in 2004:

"Real Life isn't tidy. Real Life is untidy, like hay. Real Life is messy, and it can be hard, like a whole bunch ob hay wiffa few carrots innit, but it's LIFE, so dig through it and GED ON WIFFIT!" 

So dat's Whut We're Doin' T'night Heer at Our Warren. We're Geddin' On Wiffit in Honour ob Belinda Bunny.

  • Furst, we gonna habba meeting and make sum Possytib Rezzy-loo-shuns.
  • Den we're gonna Try dem Out for Wun Hour.
  • Den we're gonna see Where We Are.

So far, MissyBun is Preddy Possytib she's gonna axt for more treats when Dadda goes by to ged sum more ob dat Crismuss! Cake, and Mr Mouse is Preddy Possytib he's gonna pee onna Dawg iffa Dawg keeps banging his tail against Mr Mouse's Habbytat on his way out toda Back Gardin, and ebberybun agrees dat nedder Cokie-da-Fat-Cat nor Da Dawg smells rite since dey camed back frumma SPA and so we gotta do sumfing aboud dat, onna'count obba Fakt datta Warren Dat Smells Togedder, STAYS Togedder (but you just can't seem to convince Maman ob sum fings.)...

So it's preddy much "Biznezz as Ushual Around Heer"!

See Ya Nextest Yeer! Habba Safe and Hoppy Noo Yeer's Eve!

----------------------- By George 


 


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Tuesday, 26 December 2006
George's 12th Strand; Day Number 26
Now Playing: Uh Oh! Happy Crissmus! SPA!

It's Crissmus! Happy Crissmus! to ebberybunny, ebberywheres!

Yeah!

Maman says it's a good fing dat dere are 12 Days ob Crissmus! onna'count obba Fakt dat she is gonna need alla dem in order just to ged Fru da Hollyday.

But...

Cokie-da-Fat-Cat says dat if dere are gonna be 12 Days ob Crissmus!, he's gonna gib up Cellybratin' all-Togedder onna'count obba Fakt dat if he geds One More Pressent wike dis wun, he's gonna gib up on geddin' pressents for his Whole Life! 

And da Dawg is just too Stoopit to figger it all out. So he's preddy happy wif his pressent onna'count obba Fakt dat he just finks it's a Job and he's happy wif dat.

You see, tiday, Roberta frum Robert's Pet Shop (frum whence commeth all Hay) called to say datta SPA hassa 'Pointmint Opin for bof Cokie and Marc and it's gonna be on Tomorry!

Yeah! I heard Maman onna Tellyphone dis morning! 

Maman sed, "They'll be there." and ebben "Fanked" Roberta "Berry much for callin'."!

Yeah!

So I told MissyBun, and she told Marc-da-Border-Collie when he comed in frumma Patrol inna Back Gardin, anna Dawg, being Da Dawg and in charg ob alla Informashun Hextchange around heer, immedyately wint Uppystairs and tolda Catz da Noos.

So, right-away, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat comed trundling Dwonnastairs innu Da BunRoom to complain aboud Fings...

And MissyBun sed to Cokie, "Dis is your own fault for smellin' so bad. And for walkin' around adbertizin' da Fakt dat you smell bad. Da least you culd do is to sit still so nobun wuld notis."

And Cokie sed to MissyBun dat so far as he was concerned, he didn't smell bad at all, onna'count obba Fakt dat he didn't smell ob ennyfing 'cept Cat. Whereas he culd see a problem wiffa Dawg needing a trip toda SPA, onna'count obba Fakt datta Dawg had lately been smelling berry strongly ob Dawg and stinkin' uppa whole houz.

And Mr Mouse sed dat wif Maman, Sistah Beffy and 'Lanna baking cookies, pies and Crissmus cakes, and cookin' squash and beans and tatties and stuff, and handing out mints, and lighting candles, and buying treats and making cranberry jam drinks, da whole Houz smelled pretty weird wif or wiffoud dawgs, catz or bunnies.

And Beebe-Bunny!! sed bunnies nebber hab to go toda SPA, which was Beebe's way ob saying dat he was glad to be a HouzBunny.

So Cokie went innus da Sitting Room where Dadda was reading and complained to Dadda aboudda whole SPA Fing I had herd onna tellyphone wif Maman and Roberta frumma Robert's Pet Shop, and Dadda sed to Cokie, 

"Son, dis is your own fault for smellin' wike an Old Privy Rug."

And Cokie menshuned dat Auntie Grace had just gibbin' him ('ginst all odds) a (shhhh, don't say it out loud!) Baf, which was bad enuf, and now heer it was Crissmus! and he was habbin' to go toda SPA!

Which was all Berry Unfair to his way ob Wooking at Fings, On Top Obba Fakt dat he didn't ebbin' get to hab enny obba ham dat was goin' for Crissmus! dinner.

And as MissyBUn sed, "Ewwwww! Who wants dat awful junk whin you can hab Salad? Dere were Beautiful Salads for Crissmus! dinner! Wif raisins, and dill, and TWO kinds ob parsley and romaine and appuls, and cilantro and mint, wif baby organic carrots. I had bof mine and summa George's and dey was GREAT!"

And I sed I knew alla'bout dat and dat is why I spent pawt ob Last Nite sittin' on pawt ob My Salad while I ate pawt ob Missy's so I could keep at least pawt ob mine to myself. Dere is sumfing just Not-Right aboud eating a stem ob parsley and finding an'udder bunny, chewing her way towards you atta rapid rate ob knots frumma udder end - 'specially whin you are not onna 'leafy end to begin wif.

So da Cokie-Cat wint off, all upset onna'count obba Fakt dat Nobun was as upsed as he was aboudda SPA fing.

Anna Dawg is racing fru da Houz going, "Gotta job! Go toda SPA! Gotta job! Go toda SPA! Go toda SPA! Gotta job!" in great woofing barks and 'noying da pooties outta Maman who isn't feeling s'speshully good frum alla werk she has bin doing onna'count ob it being Crissmus!

Anna Cokie-Cat sed,

"You know, dere is no point in complaining to Marc-Da-Dawg aboud dis SPA Biznizz, onna'count obba Fakt dat Next fing, he's gonna be yellin' dat he's happy to be 'Riding inna car! Riding inna car!'. And Den da car will pull up in frunt obba SPA, and DEN he'll figger it out, panic, and DEN it will be TOO LATE! - Dadda will alreddy be hauling us inside.  

"And it's no good complaining to Beep-da-Udder-Cat, onna'count obba Fakt dat she nebber goes to da SPA no madder whut she smells wike - Maman says dat Beep grows extry arms, wegs, claws and teefs whin inna presence ob wadder, and dat no SPA will hab her."

"And." Added MissyBun, wooking down her nose atta Cokie, "Maman also says dat 'Onna udder paw, Cokie just sits dere, geds wet, wails, and wooks Pafetik.' - which is why you is allowed to go toda SPA."

Which, ob course, is preddy much Da Troof. 

Da Fing aboudda Dawg issa he just goes, because it's Whut Dawgs Do - A Job! You know how con-she-en-shish Border Collies are aboud Jobs.

But Alla Us Togedder are Clean pets. Dadda compliments me alla time on how clean I keep MissyBun and how white and shining my fur wooks. And he is allus telling Mr Mouse how neat and tidy he is. And while Beebe is habbin' trubble inna Grooming Departmint since Ms. Clover left for da Rainbow Bridge (Stuffies don't groom), Maman and Dadda help him out frum Time-to-Time, which is 'noying, but it has-to-be-done-for-Beeb's-Own-Good.

In short,  nobunny sends Alla Us Togedder heer at Our Warren off toda SPA. Ebber.

Which is Good Noos, All-In-All.

Which is why Alla Us Togedder are still happily cellybrating Day Two obba  12 Days ob Crissmus! and are...

Wishing alla YOU, Joy, Peace and a Berry Happy Crissmus!

And Cokie-da-Fat-Cat isn't. But don't werry. He'll ged ober it.

Atta SPA, he'll gedda rilly nice *bandana* to wear and dey will make a Big Fuss ober him and he'll come home all Happy and Purring becos he issa Biggest Cat Ennybunny Has Ebber Seen! And He's Such A Sweetie!

And alla dat stuff.

Anna Dawg will be just fine, too. 

Yeah.

So, you know, it's not so bad afta all.

And dey won't smell. Much.

-------------- By George. 

 


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Thursday, 21 December 2006
George's 12th Strand; Day Number 21
Now Playing: The Mirakul Obba Animals

One obba advantages to Maman habbing her own Study issat I ged to use it on my ownliest.

Not dat I didn't ged to use her 'puter bifore. I did. But it wassn't the same as dis. Dis hassa nice Lounger fing innit and seeing as how Maman hassa Flu atta momint, she has taken to habbing a Lie-Down, just wike MissyBun-inna-pootie-box, and going to sleep, which leebs me to use da 'puter all on my onliest.

Anna bunny needs his Privacy, sumtimes. Time on my onliest. I love being wif my Maman, but sumtimes, I need to 'spress myself on my ownliest.

It is rapidly approaching Crissmus!, as I menshuned bifore, and dis is Important, onna'count obba Fakt dat dere issa Miakul associated wif Crissmus! dat is a Basic Pawt obba Lore Obba Bunnies, as it was taught to me by me,Hunny bifore he left forda Rainbow Bridge.

So Now I will teach it to Alla YoungBuns, as it was taught to me:

 Oncet Upon A Time...

Dere were sheep, and sum donkeys and cows and sum Bunnies and udder Critters who libbed long, long ago. And it wassa berry cold nite where dey libbed (dis is how da Story was told to me, so you must listen) so dey all crowded togedder inside obba barn - which issa preddy big building where alla critters libbed togedder wifout hoomins. Ebben da bunnies becos dere were no houzbunnies yet.

And in dat Barn, dere were also horses, anna bunnies frumma fields came inside, too, onna'count obba Fakt dat it was berry cold outside.

And preddy soon, sum hoomins came in, too, and becos obba Fakt dat dere was gonna be a Kit borned and dere was no place 'cept dis Barn for dem to go. And Alla da critters inna Barn all made room forda Hoomins near toda Manger, becos it is Whut We Do. Ebberybunny is welcome inna Warren whin it is cold and cruel outside and dark unner da sky!

So da Kit was gonna be born, anna parents wassa 'fraid becos dey were youngbuns and it wassa First Birf, so alla does, anna mares anna cows anna ewes wanted to help out - becos it is Whut We Do. We help each udder becos we are all One Warren, sumfing datta hoomins haven't yet learned. 

But it wassa Berry Dark and Cold Nite, and dere were no udder Hoomins around to help da Mawmie hab her Kit. Soda Mares, anna Cows, anna Does - in Fakt alla mawmie critters gathered Togedder around da Noo Mawmie and tried to help her, but they couldn't Tawk to her, becos dey didn't know how to speak Hoomin!

Den, just as it was geddin on to Midnite, and atta berry Minit datta Kit was arriving, da Whole Sky suddinly hextploded innu Fire! It was 'Mazin!  Like Da Creator Obba Werld had touched alla stars at oncet and made dem to burn wike huge candles! Anna dark ob Nite was suddinly as Bright As Day anna stars shone wiffa silver light wike ten-thousand moons inna sky!

And A Great and Beautiful Creatchur came innu da Barn, and in dat Creatchur, each wunna da Critters saw demselbs, so dat nobun wassa 'fraid. Da Cows saw a Beautiful Cow, anna Donkeys saw a Beautiful Donkey, anna Sheep saw a Beautiful Sheep, anna Bunnies saw A Great and Beautiful Lord obba Bunnies such as we hab only ebber seed a few times inna Lore!

Anna Great and Beautiful Creatchur stood gazing at Alla Us Togedder dere inna Barn, and he seed how skert da poor hoomins was, and how dere Kit was coming and how Alla Us Togedder wanted to help, but culdn't becos none ob us culd talk in Hoomin Language. Anna Great and Beautiful Creatchur sed,

"I bring you great tidings of great joy! Today will be born in this Barn the Brother and Saviour of Hoomins and the Brother and Friend to all Critters Created, Ebberywheres. Because Alla You Togedder are gathered Here this Night of All Nights, wanting nothing more than to help, to you will be granted this Favour - that you and your kind shall forever at This Hour speak plainly in the Language of Heaven, that is intelligable to all. And within This One Hour of This One Night of Every Year there will be No Misunderstandings amongst you. The Lion shall lay down with the Lamb, and the Wolf shall not hunt the Deer, nor shall the Owl slay the Rabbit. But All will This Night be at Peace with one another, in recognition of the Peace that This Kit will extend to the Earth. Becos of Him, you will be able to Sing This Nite and Forever at This Time. "

And suddinly, the flaming skies burst innu a kind ob musiks dat none ob da Critters had ebber heared bifore. It was terryfying in dat it was so much greater den had ebber been heared bifore, yet it wassa sound dat ebbery critter dere rekonized as dere own voice, singing wif happiness.

And den da cows dat was inna barn, anna ewes, anna jennies, anna mares anna Does, dey culd all speak toda Hoomin who was habbin' da Kit and dey culd help her gib birf.

And it wassa Mirakul.

Anna Baby was born and He was hokay. And He grew up and was always a Friend and a Protecktor to all a Critters, anna Donkey carried Him innus a big city sumwheres and was allowed to habba speshul marking onna'count obbit. But dat issa'nudder part obba Lore for an'udder time.

And Hoomins call dis Nite when dis Kit was born Crissmus! 

But whut is Troo, issa on This Nite Alla Critters can speak, Alla Us Togedder, as One Great Warren, On Crissmus Eve, just as da Hoomin Clocks chime Midnight. And dis happins just assa Great and Beautiful Creatchur said dat it would on That Furst Nite so long ago, as it is told inna Lore, as me,Hunny told it to me and I am telling you. It issa Mirakul Obba Animals and it is just for us assa Gift gibben just to us who were dere just to Help Out (which is Whut WE Do).

Dis Mirakul is not for Hoomins. Dey hab udder mirakuls dat were shown to dem. Dis issa Mirakul obba Animals dat we were gibbin on Crissmus Eve, and it does not happin to Hoomins. It is not for dem to see, or to hear, so we do not do it when dey are around. It is for Critters. Sumfing Just For Us From God's Great and Beautiful Creatchur, gibbin to us on a Speshul Nite in God's Creation, becos we Helped. It's Whut We do.  

So if we culd just hab a widdle Privacy, you see. Just at Midnite. On Crissmus Eve. Please. Den we can see Our Mirakul Obba Animals, just for Alla Us Togedder - da doggies, anna kitties, anna bunnies and ebberybun, ebberywheres - It's Whut We Do.

Fanks. 

-------- by George 

 

  


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