“Psssssst, Marm! Marmalade! Marmie!! Do you have one of those white things, looks like carrot, smells not like carrot? ”
Marmalade got up from his hothot and jumped down to the lounge, where breakfast had been served. It looked like a good selection, although he did not care much for the random manner the treats had been laid out. With a practised flick of the head he threw aside a piece of spring greens that was lying on top of a piece of carrot. Tsk, tsk.
Let’s see, white, looks like carrot, smells not like carrot. Here we are!
Marmalade spotted the parsnip straightaway. A very nice specimen it was too. A quick hoover over the food bowl informed Marmalade there would be no carrot shortage today.
He sank his teeth into the parsnip. He wasn’t much for inter-hutch conversation, Coffee should know this by now. Not that it mattered. Breakfast is not for chatty buns, anyway.
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