Pipkin: [while all are digging in the rain] What's happening back home, I wonder? Think, when we lived in our old burrow? Dry, soft, warm bodies...
Dandelion: [to Hazel] Look, we can't go on like this. There is just too much to do. We can be lazy in the old burrow. Like rabbits should be.
Silver: It keeps getting worse and worse. No matter how much we dig nobody is happy. They just keep complaining that we don’t do enough. How many holes can we make in one day.
Hazel: It won't be much longer, then we can all rest. You know we have big plans. Once we get the burrow just right we will have a lot of help. I promise.
Silver: How MUCH longer?
Pipkin: We never should have left.
Blackberry: Suppose Fiver's all wrong? Suppose we should have stayed at the old burrow.
Pipkin: We want to go back and find out.
Hazel: Go back? After all we've been through? I don’t think so. I mean we can go for a visit but we don’t want to live there.
Bigwig: And probably get killed for wounding the feelings of the lady in the garden? And that farmer that lives there! He will be really mad if we try to munch on the lady’s lettuce. So to speak.
Hazel: Nobody wants to munch on her lettuce. Ewwww.
Dandelion:I don’t know this lady. What is she like?
Bigwig: It’s hard to describe. She likes to show off but then she gets mad when people talk about what she is doing. It’s hard to understand. She is not like rabbits. Rabbits just do it and don’t worry about who is watching. As long it is not elil.
Hazel: Yes it is true. She always sat around showing everything to everyone. That is why so many people would stop by. It is very crowded. Maybe it will be better for rabbits now. Well Bigwig, you can lead a patrol over there soon. Then we will know what to do.
Dandelion: [to Hazel] Look, we can't go on like this. There is just too much to do. We can be lazy in the old burrow. Like rabbits should be.
Silver: It keeps getting worse and worse. No matter how much we dig nobody is happy. They just keep complaining that we don’t do enough. How many holes can we make in one day.
Hazel: It won't be much longer, then we can all rest. You know we have big plans. Once we get the burrow just right we will have a lot of help. I promise.
Silver: How MUCH longer?
Pipkin: We never should have left.
Blackberry: Suppose Fiver's all wrong? Suppose we should have stayed at the old burrow.
Pipkin: We want to go back and find out.
Hazel: Go back? After all we've been through? I don’t think so. I mean we can go for a visit but we don’t want to live there.
Bigwig: And probably get killed for wounding the feelings of the lady in the garden? And that farmer that lives there! He will be really mad if we try to munch on the lady’s lettuce. So to speak.
Hazel: Nobody wants to munch on her lettuce. Ewwww.
Dandelion:I don’t know this lady. What is she like?
Bigwig: It’s hard to describe. She likes to show off but then she gets mad when people talk about what she is doing. It’s hard to understand. She is not like rabbits. Rabbits just do it and don’t worry about who is watching. As long it is not elil.
Hazel: Yes it is true. She always sat around showing everything to everyone. That is why so many people would stop by. It is very crowded. Maybe it will be better for rabbits now. Well Bigwig, you can lead a patrol over there soon. Then we will know what to do.
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It's kind of a perverse talent to always look horrific.
So I salute the...uh, lady.
One thing rabbits have a real taste for is Apple power cords.
Don't ask me why. Every one of ours is partially chewed through by that damn rabbit that now lives in the garage.
When we first got the thing we had the cage inside. But the kids would let it out all the time to play with it and it would poop behind couches and chairs and worst of all chew through those cords. They're expensive to. A MacBook power cord is like $60. I fixed everyone, sometimes having to splice them because I was too cheap to just get new ones.
But that's basically why the rabbit got banished to the garage.
Mama stirs her thin soup while swapping stories with the Trooper, knowing how much he likes rabbit hills. Pick up that long face and prick up those long ears now and listen good...
All the Hill was boiling with excitement. On every side there rose a continual chattering and squeaking, whispering and whistling, as the Animals discussed the great news. Through it all could be heard again and again the words, "New Folks coming." Little Georgie came tumbling down the Rabbit burrow, panting out the tidings. "New folks coming," he shouted..."new folks coming into the Big House."
Mother looked up from the very thin soup she was stirring. "Well, it's high time there were new Folks in the Big House, high time, and I do hope they're planting Folks and not shiftless like the last ones."
Mama stirs her thin soup while swapping stories with the Trooper,..
Don't be gruel to a heart that's true...
Damn, Troop, how many times have you read Watership Down.
Three.
How is watching free porn like reading the same book over and over and over?
The plot might thicken but it never changes.
That said, Mama stands ready to add tales to the warren's reading basket.
Blogfather, thou hast given me mine own tag. Wilt thou grant me a character in Amy's Garden? If thou hastn't already?
I hope they are tales out of school MamaM.
You got it deborah. You can be a female bunny. Debbie.
From Dallas.
But wouldn't you rather be a character in Laura Bush's diary?
No, no. I want a fun name like Chervil, but for my character to be recognizable, funny, yet kindly sent up. Over to the left...OVER TO THE LEFT!
In Mama's book, Deborah denotes a wise warrior. A mighty name, not suited to just any bunny suit. She cautions her to check the fit, the tags and the mirror before wearing whatever Trooper hauls out the closet. Mama says "Be careful about squeezing into something too small on account of a fluffy tale." Or name.
Troopers collection of pics reminds the Mama of the plaster dental impressions her daddy used to collect and store on a shelf behind his dental chair. Replicas of flawed teeth designed to bite.
In and out of school, Mama subscribes to the fire to be lit, not bucket to be filled theory of education.
Careful what you wish for there Debbie.
Sometimes it can all just be fogblather.
I think it's in the rules.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Flummery
Sounds like fum, but different
Deborah...MamaM liked the pig story. She added it to her capacious reading basket, for re-reading and sharing at a later time with animal and story lovers. Pigs seem less rascally than rabbits, which made for a nice change. Fred the dog was in his element.
I noticed that although he weighed far less than the pig, he was harder to drag, being possessed of the vital spark
They're everywhere
They're everywhere.
In the house of mirrors, rabbits show up at every turn. Some send little Bills.
Rabbits and Good Ol' Santy Claus share common ground.
More for Deborah:
Recognizing the deceptiveness of mirrors, MamaM wonders if Deborah might be a shoe-in for the Smiley Fun Loving Lady in the Window, the one waving at Wrascally Rabbit Ray Stevens as he throws out an assortment of names for her to try on for size. In this case, Mama finds the video of this window peeper tons more fun than free porn. Good old Ray, MamaM would pick him over Santa Claus every time.
Depends if that lady likes spiders and snakes.... :)
I'm glad you liked the story. Fred was a charmer.
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