The Bunnington Post

Month: April 2011

  • Easy like Sunday morning

  • Weedin’

    Orrite waitress, jus’ yer go diggin’ out dem weeds, see! Da wife ‘as a fing abaht keepin’ da place nice ‘n grassy like. She’ll be inspectin’ da work la’ers. Keep up da good work!

  • Dig for victory

    …darling? Yes, ‘trijn me pe’al? Do you think Gozer would like to come over to play in the Cloaking Device? Get some digging time with us? Fandabbeedosie idea. Let’s sen’ ‘im a stamp fer da postage!

  • Harrods

    Dahling, be a dear will you, pop down to Harrods for me and pick me up a Leaf Pochette from the Lanvin counter? I have nowhere to put my carrots, it’s terribly unbecomely for a ladybun to have to expose them to civilians. Oh, and do tell dear Mohammed I will let it be his…

  • Mine, mine, mine…

    He’s hovering. I can feel his eyes in my back. Following my every move… Hoping for that one small mistake, that one split second when my attention lapses, allowing him to dig a tunnel, surface in my country mansion, steal my dress, drag it through the tunnel to his side, fill in the tunnel and…

  • Sun

  • Showdown

    Stop eyeing up my dress. I know your kind, you’d borrow it and bring it back with your fur all over it. Or you’d get it stuck in the Cloaking Device. Or it would have holes in the wrong place… Listen very carefully, I will say this only once: Back away from the Lanvin number!…

  • I did it my way

    Orrite? Any ques’ions?!

  • Nose

    Come hither, juicy, defenceless blade of grass…

  • Bad fur day

    Oh, poor Haas’s rep is going to suffer. A pap in the country den! His fur is all over the place. He’s not going to like the front page tomorrow… Best book him in with my furologist ASAP. Snorgle..