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Wednesday, 22 June 2005
Who Wants Tabe A Hiltun? Not Us!
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Whutsamatta Wif Bein' Me?
Topic: Me 'n' Mouse

I was tawkin' to Mouse onna'count ob him watchin' tellybishon wif Maman.

Yeah.

Well, he comed back innu da Bun Room wast nite afta "LawNorder" an' sed,

"Hey George. You wanna be a Hiltun?"

An' I was wike, "Whutsa 'Hiltun'?"

An' Mouse godda raisin frum his crock an wooked at me fora minit, chewin', an' den sed, "Howdaheck do I know? Bud it's onna TeeBee: 'Who Wants Tabe a Hiltun?'. An' dere are alla dees hoomins jumpin' uppandown, an' tawkin' wike dey are entirely stoopit, an' dis wady wif big bottom-pawts shakin' her hed wike Maman does whenna Dawg slops his wadder onna floor."

An' I sed, "So, whutsit alla'bout?"

An' Mouse sed, "I dunno. Dey just axt 'Who Wants Tabe a Hiltun?' So I thought I'd axt you if you wanted to be one, too. Seems da fing to do, you know?"

So Missy wooks up frum her hay an' axts, "Whut does bein' a Hiltun ged you?"

An' Mouse sat down, scratched his ear a widdle an' sed, "I dunno. Da hoomins just sed dat dey rilly, rilly wanted to be one."

Den Beebe-Bunny jumped up for no partikyoolar rezon, an' shouted, "YO!"

But he's allus doin' dat.

So, Mouse axted him if he wanted tabe a Hiltun, an' Beebe wooked at Mouse sorta cwoss-eyed an sed, "Whut for?", an den he gaddered his feets unnerneaf ob him fora popcorn binky.

An' Clover was sittin' in her pootybox, an' she says, "Wookit, I fink bein' me is fine. Who else am I gonna be? I mean, wook. Wassn't Hunny an' Maggie Weddinbunnies oncet? An' dey gotta ride inna baskits downna fing at SainLuke's wiffa ReverendDoktorGinnySheay an' Maman an' Dadda, an' Hunny sed it wassa wotta fuss an' bodder. So bein' Weddinbunnies is not sumfing dat I hab high on my list ob Fings To Be. An' den Belinda wassa Churchbunny, an' she sed she got to go to SainLuke's, too, an' she at weast got to snuffle up cookie crumbs unnerneaf obba tabul inna big room, but she also sed dat dere were a wot ob widdle kidlets runnin' around, an' sum guy dat didn't wike bunnies. So bein' a Churchbunny isn't high on my list ob Fings To Be, eidder. I fink I wike bein' me."

"So whut are you?" Asked Mouse.

"Miz CloverBun, A Gurl ob RIFRAF."

"Just dat?"

"Yup."

Mouse piked atta piece ob hay an' cut it innu short bits.

"You see..." He sed, as he was cuttin' da hay, "Da fing is...*snip*... Dat hoomins onna tellybishon... *bite*... is allus doin' stuff... *snip*... Dey are not happy just bein'...dem."

Den he finked fora minit an' added: "An' dere wassa 'Bride' dat runned away. Dey made a big deal ob dat. She runned away frumma weddin'. Maman an' Dadda didn't run away, did dey?"

Clover shook her head so dat her ears flapped.

"So dey wassn't onna TeeBee." Mouse continnyued.

An' Clover sed, "Nope. I wuld hab herd Belinda say sumfing aboudda fing wike dat."

"Dey was just dem."

An' I sed, "Well, whuttaheck else was dey gonna be?"

An' Mouse sed, "Dey wassn't Hiltuns, right?"

An' Missy sed, "Nope, nebber."

"So I guess we're safe."

"Frum?" Axted Beebe, as he popcorned ober Clover's back again.

"Bein' Hiltuns."

An' I sed, "Yeah. I don't fink Maman has enny pwans in dat direkshun. She sed she hadda do 'laundree' tomorry, so bein' a 'Hiltun' is preddy much outta da pikchur."

An' Mouse nosed aroun' in his pellet crock fora minit an' den wooked up an' sed, "Good. Cos dere is no way enny ob us is gonna go lib in dat tiny box called a Teebee wiffa fat wady inna green dress. I much radder habba habbytat heer, wiffa Bun Room, a screen-porch, an' alla udder stuff we got den to go off to Teebee-land tabe a Hiltun."

An' Missy stopped chewin' an' sed, "You gotta go lib inna box to be a Hiltun? Well, fregdaboud dat! Stoopit hoomins. Bedder to be me."

An' wooked at her, cos she is my wifebun an' all. An' I sed, "So why issit so gweat to be you?"

An' Missy sed, "Cos you know where you are wif yourself when you're me."

An' Mouse kind chuckled, reel quiet ober in his habbytat, an' crunched wunna da gwape toe-may-toes dat Maman put in wif our salads.

"Yeah, " he 'peted. "You know 'zactly where you are wif you. We are in our Forever Home. No more shelters, no more OnAlone. An' dat's preddy much good enuf for me."

An' we agreed, cos whodaheck wants tabe whutebber a Hiltun is, ennyways?

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


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Wednesday, 19 January 2005
New 'Sponsibilities
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: George Figgers It Our
Topic: Me 'n' Mouse

Well, Maman said it is down to me. I gotta take what Belinda said and whuta Hunny said and take it to heart.

She and I hadda long talk last night. She said that Beebe didn't wanna be Top Bun and was happy yellin' "YO!" and he's busy pushing raisins over in Clover's direction so she will groom him, cos baskically, he's fixing up to be lazy.

Then There is Mouse. Mouse would make a good Top Bun, but he isn't SoShul enough. And Maman is getting really cheesed off with having to clean up his callin cards. He's leaving them for me every time I stick my nose in to be neighbourly. Maman said this might ease up a little when he gets his noo habbytat that is already on order at Mr. Robert's Pet Products and will be very nice and have room innit for two little Netherland Dwarfs. Then Maman said, inna Spring when it is not so cold and she and Dadda can get lost wif confydence, they are gonna go to Laura Warner's South Jersey Rabbit Rescue and let Mouse pick out his own girl friend.

Maman figgers this will calm him down a lot.

But there is still a LOT to do heer.

As Maman sed, "Dis issa momint and, George, you areda bun."

Missy sed she just hopes I don't get a rilly fat head over dis.

The thing is, there is SO MUCH going on!

Sistah Beffy has gone and left for good. She doesn't want to know about us. She put her dog inna shelter! And she won't tell Maman which one so Maman can give them Codi's pedigree papers or spay papers, or even send a cheque. Poor Codi is only a year old, she hasn't been trained, although Maman signed her up for dog-school classes and paid for them. And Codi bites and bullies. So Maman feels bad.

Beffy's cat, Gidget got left inna upstairs bafroom which is where Maman found her all OnAlone. Cokie was surprised.

Marc the Dawg is very confoozled by ebberyting, but that dawg puzzles easy.

Then Maman's mawmie fell down and broke her hip and isn't waking up inna hospital that is preddy far away from here.

And Maman can't stop cryin no matter how cute I am. even though Mouse peed on my nose! I was only saying "hello", too.

And the other house still has to be cleaned out and fixed up, it needs oil inna heeter dragon inna basement Hunny told me about and its gonna snow.

So I'm taking charge of the Cute Factor. Someone has to. Belinda would make me and Hunny would say it's the right thing to do. So yestidday. I sat down with Mouse and we figgered out how to werk the cheque book. We ordered some cute stuff from Hareware. And we werked reely hard on drawing plans for a garden for Hunny with a Tea Rose for Hunny (red) anna Tea Rose for Belinda (we though yello cos she'll just hate that) anna white Tea Rose for Hawthorn. And Maman's Granny's Birdbath will be innit.

And then, we typed to a lady we know who makes stained glass sun-catchers of our bunnies. And we're having some made. Hunny and Maggie furst, since they was the WeddingBunnies. Gotta write a cheque for that tidday.

So Mouse and I are gonna Top Bun Togedder if he will stop peeing on me. There is too much werk for one Top Bun. It's gonna take a Warren.

Hi, Alanna! You can come and see me soon! We can cuddle onna couch inna Reading room if Missy can cuddle, too. But she's not sure aboudda Pug. Nedder am I to be honest. We're senging vibes for PHIL!! Get that JOB you put in for and stop moanin' aboudda tummy ache. Eat veggies! You know that's half of Phil's pwoblem - he don't eat rite and he don't exstersize rite. Maman is sending you guys a Box. I will try to sneak in a pootie.

Posted by Our Warren at 9:49 AM EST
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