Now Playing: Reportin' Frum My VayKayShun
So here's the deal. You haven't seen me, George, because I, George, have been on Vaykayshun with My Beautiful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rous P'porshuns, MissyBun. And everything was going more or less fine until Missy got sick.
She got these *molar spurs* on the back of ONE tooth, and it hurt to chew (because she is a sensitive bunny), but being HouseRabbits, we had No Way of telling anybunny this.
So we played the old "Twenty Questions" Game Show with Maman and Dr Sharin and her associate, Dr David. It was not fun, lemme tell you.
We wound up in the Hospiddle, Missy and me in seperate acommodations but next to each other while we played "Twenty More Questions" about Whut's Wrong With Missy?
And I wanted to shout out, "Hey! Stoopit! It's her teeth!"
But, being a HouseRabbit, I couldn't do that, so we sat there for a couple of days while everyone took blood, ran tests and Maman kept sending Dadda out to buy ever more exotic kinds of salad for us. I ate Missy's share for her since she couldn't chew.
And Missy lost weight and looked distressed.
So I sat there, waving my ears and wondering and all, and telling Missy that they'd figure it out eventually, and lo and behold! Yeah, they finally did. Dr David gave her some drugs, she went to sleep and they looked into the little bunny-mouth and there were the little spurs, right on her last molar.
So Dr David filed them down and sent MissyBun and me home with some meddysin for Missy and Maman had Dadda spend about a lotta munny on more salad.
So now we're getting TWO BIG salads a day insted of one, and of course all the hay we can eat, and I still have a few pellets in the bottom of my pellet crock if I want a snack. And there are carrots, raisins and apples, too, except we're usually too full to eat them. Mr Mouse says all this extra food is great, because his salads have gotten piled higher until there's no way he can finish his evening salad until morning, and Dusty and Foxie are impressed by the quality of the eats around here. Missy seems to be gaining weight and that's good, and now Maman is trying to send Our Lad Phil out into the Gardin to collect more clover and mint for her. She said there is no end to what a guy will do for 'lektronicks. There probably is, but she's pretty sure there isn't.
So anyways, we're still on vacation.
But I'm thinking of becoming a Reporter. You know, like in a newspaper.
Maman and I read the Newspapers together every morning, and I have decided that just like Belinda used to use her Blog to comment on the news, I would use the Blog, The Hay Diaries, to report good news that I find in the places I read.
Like this bit I found in the Philadelphia Inquirer "Sideshow" column today: "A photog for celeb Web site TMZ.com took a few minutes' break from snapping the rich and famous over the weekend to save Paris Hilton's new Yorkie puppy from wandering into the street in front of her Malibu beach house."
Now that's Good News! Papparazzi don't often do good things for anyone. They're usually so obsessed with what they see in their lens that they don't see anything else, and if they do see anything else, they'll let the "something else" happen, even if it's bad, just to get the picture of it. Saving Paris Hilton's dog isn't usually news, whereas Paris Hilton's dog getting hit by a car would be news. But this photographer saved the dog's life, even without getting a picture!
That's the kind of Good News that won't make a big deal in the papers or on E! or Access Hollywood, but it's the kind of news that I think people need to know.
Because every act of kindness could generate another act of kindness.
Good can spread. If we spread it.
Look at Philadelphia this week-end: 36 shootings, 6 deaths and 0 witnesses. What does that tell you? That there are a whole lot of people out there who are letting badness spread around like a disease.
Now I think there are more good people in Philadelphia than there are bad people. And if the good people ever got together, they would just force the bad people to be good or leave. The are just not enough bad people to go around once the good people start to roll!
So let's begin.
I will report Good News searched out from Newspapers Everywhere and report it here in The Hay Diaries. Beginning August First, the First Day of my Eigth Strand. Our Warren's Bim used to say "Evil triumphs when good men do nothing." That probably applies to HouseRabbits, too. So I will begin something good, on my onliest.
Look for it!