Fiver: There's something very queer about the warren this evening?
Hazel: Is it dangerous?
Fiver: No but this time it feels different. Sort of…..like a storm is brewing.
Bigwig: I know. It is coming from that garden across the way where we had the old warren.
Hazel: How do you know that?
Bigwig: Well Strawberry and I were on patrol because some of the rabbits have been talking about moving back over there. They felt like there was too much to do over here. If they were in the old warren they could just lay around and munch on what the crazy lady in the cottage left lying around.
Fiver: But didn’t most of the animals leave that garden. I know the grouchy badger and gay blue jay left.
Bigwig: No they are around every once in a while. The blue jay likes to screech and poop in the garden and then insists that everyone admire it. And the grouchy badger pops out of his hole to say that everyone is stupid and then tries to sell them something but that doesn’t seem to work too well. But there are several other new residents in the garden.
Hazel: What kind of animals would go and eat her garbage?
Bigwig: Well there is this big black crow who is always trying to out caw everyone. He never stops saying that all of the other birds who are in a flock are bad and evil. He doesn’t like what age they are or something. He is a lone crow who won’t join a flock. And he never shuts up. The problem is he always sings the same song and it gets a little boring.
Hazel: What a strange duck.
Bigwig: He’s not a duck. He’s a crow. And there is another large tom turkey who is always gobbling so loud it sounds like he is shouting.
Fiver: Thank Eliearah we don’t live there anymore. I wouldn’t want to wade through garbage every day and listen to that noise?
Hazel: What a strange duck.
Bigwig: He’s not a duck. He’s a crow. And there is another large tom turkey who is always gobbling so loud it sounds like he is shouting.
Fiver: Thank Eliearah we don’t live there anymore. I wouldn’t want to wade through garbage every day and listen to that noise?
Bigwig: Well some animals like that I suppose. In fact the black crow and the shouting tom turkey think they own the garden. They even attacked the farmer who lives with the crazy lady. They were flying around and pecking at him and making a big mess. But he was lucky.
Fiver: Why was he lucky?
Bigwig: Well he wasn’t naked like he usually is when he tries to push the lady in the garden off the back porch from behind. If he got pecked then….well he could have got hurt.
Fiver: Well then he just got a little battered.
Bigwig: Well he seems pretty tough. He has to be since that crazy lady likes to boss everyone around. But he seems to like it. But they did get a little marked up. Both the farmer and the crazy.
Hazel: Well that seems like a lot of excitement for a garden.
Fiver: That’s just it. I like our little garden. Everyone seems to get along.
(Watership Down, 1972)
42 comments:
If not snakes, then moles
If not badgers, then voles
If not blue jays, then crows
If not turkeys, then trolls
Each evening throughout the summer the kindly Saint ledge was spread with a banquet Cafe. Each night the Red Buck, Phewie and the Gray Fox patrolled the premises against wandering marauders, the Mole and his stout brothers made their faithful rounds.
All summer, Mother and the other womenfolk preserved, packed and put away winter stores. Once again there were parties and merrymaking, laughter and dancing. Good days had come back to the Hill.
(Rabbit Hill 1946)
Bravo Troop.
The farmer wants all the rabbits to know, in case any worries remain, all spaniels have moved to warmer climes - halfway round the world. They and their tiny little spaniel erections.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
If not mobys, then dicks
If not legends, then tricks
If not hams, then socks
All virtual politico pox.
"Better a virus than pox." says MamaM.
Nothing wrong with snakes!
(Although we prefer the term Serpent-Americans.)
all spaniels have moved
Clumbers in Quarantine: Life in the Parental Dog House.
Am I the gay blue jay?
Didn't I read somewhere that blue jays are mean?
I don't want to be a gay blue jay.
thanks and good day.
I am having a smoothie with all kinds of fruit and ginger.
You know what smoothies mean! Loaves!!!! Yea!!!!
Lastly I am taking a new super duper multi vitamin and it makes my pee pee and illuminating yellow. It totally sparkles while it shoots out of my piss hole.
Lastly I am taking a new super duper multi vitamin and it makes my pee pee and illuminating yellow.
That just means you're holding back the blue part of the spectrum.
Clumbering Lumbering Rabbit Loaves (An Ode)
I hope there's poo in heaven
I know that may sound strange
But folks, you might agree with me
If first you'll hear my paean
By all outward appearances,
It's no'n to write about
But think what went into that mouth
Before the poo came out
A bunny will graze in pastures green
Clovers, grasses lush
So sweet odor delicious hay
Transformed to rabbit mush.
She may have dined with with popes and kings
On prairies vast and free
Shared meals and planted cabbage seeds
A pellet for you, for me.
She may have hopped in mountain tops
'Neath aspen soils enriched
'mongst flowers blue and morning's dew
Now gold in pellets pinched.
So I hope there's poo in heaven, I do,
For that means bunnies abide
In pastures, prairies, meadows, and glades
On mountains above the sky.
Mushy poo, stinky rabbit.
The Far Away Tales of Adventures in Clumberland; Deeper In and Higher Up.
Dedicated: To Rabbits and Wild Hares everywhere, here and beyond.
The Yanks without Lee
Are a ship at sea
With one mainsail
And four tattered mizzens.
It's like a freaking bunny poetry slam here!
@Meade: As I said back here, I let our bunny fertilize and mow at the same time. As I don't have a garden at present, I dump the rabbit cage waste into to green waste bin just to be municipally munificent.
The ground is rich from tender care repay do not forget
It totally sparkles while it shoots out of my piss hole.
Are you curious (yellow)?
Chick, your bunny
needs quality
time
with a human during the winter.
Chicks who hop like rabbits.
SWV
deborah said:
Chick, your bunny
needs quality
time
with a human during the winter.
Yes. I always imagine a pair of gloves or a throw rug in the winter time.
I'm loaded for bear.
Loaded bears are another story. They deliver whole gardens of goodness.
Bears and yellow bring to Mama's mind another fine animal tale in which a stray Black Mouth Cur engages a jackrabbit and later a bear, earning devotion before ultimately succumbing to a virulent pox.
A good dog, his unfortunate history of stealing meats from the smokehouses and robbing hens' nests also gives the pooch a bad reputation.
Is there any topic in which Mama isn't conversant?
Is there any topic in which Mama isn't conversant?
I think MamaM is just doing her Stan Bran impersonation.
Bran is loaded with fiber.
MamaM believes she would enjoy sharing a cup of Christmas cheer and a nice slice of fruitcake with Deborah, but she's not up to company just yet, not as long as the warren's in turmoil and things are not as they seem. She's taken to checking her shoes twice and wondering where the other females are hiding.
Now, Mama, don't go labelin' me.
Is Deborah Shakespeare or Chaucer?
Labelin'
Female? Or lover of fruitcake?
Oh Nooos, what if things are really not as they seem!
Female? Or lover of fruitcake?
Ye shall know them by their fruitcakes.
I want Deborah on our team.
Is there any topic in which Mama isn't conversant?
Is it better to be conversant or conservant?
Conservant, not in a servile way, nor a "rightwing" way, but rather, respectful of existing order.
Respectful of existing order???!!!
Now the Chickelit has upset the existing order of the M house, making the Mama laugh, the dog bark, and the cat blink twice in disbelief.
No, with all due respect to present company, labelin' me chicken.
I will answer to female and fruitcake, however.
"I want Deborah on our team."
I'm honored, kind sir.
And I trust Mama can put out some fine conserves.
And I trust Mama can put out some fine conserves.
Lekker!
Good thing we cleared THAT up. It's the Mama who is not up to company and checking her shoes twice. She is confident Deborah can run with wolves, and hop, spin and thump with the bunnies. Dance with a moving floor and then some
Chickelit...MamaM wonders if it is possible to be conservant with this for conserve:
To keep constant through physical or chemical reactions or evolutionary change?
Mama is steady as a rock, but her neck of the woods is known for stones which are ubiquitous, unusual, and instantly recognizable
MamaM fiddled me this:
To keep constant through physical or chemical reactions or evolutionary change?
The energizer bunny?
Those rocks are cool. I didn't realize that they were the MI state rock. CA's state rock is serpentine- snakes alive indeed!
The name of Wisconsin's state rock brings back a flood of Joe Biden childhood memories and scuba diving at a place called: Red Granite.
My bad, MamaM. I look forward to the cup of cheer and slice of and fruitcake.
Pretty stone.
Lekker it is! With an extraneous side trip to the tome for lickerish, lickerous and lickerouness. Followed by lickety-split and lickety-cut.
Red Granite in Images impressed, as did the snakes in the rock.
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