The Bunnington Post: Through the Lagomorph Lens
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Sack the waitress!
I have a mind to sack her once and for all. It was brought to my attention by the Black Cat that my waiting staff have neglected to look after my wardrobe as per my very clear instructions. The prosecution enters Exhibit A: Now, my waitress immediately burst into tears and confessed to all. And…
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A day out
Mah ‘trijn needed ter ‘ave a lickle cuollity ahtside time yeah, bein’ traumertised by da vet sayin’ she put on a whole pahnd since last July. 4.45kg he said; neva, mah K’trijn said, an’ perceeded ter fluff up ‘er mane in an effor’ ter intermidate da quack. ‘e jus’ grabbed a needle an’ perceeded ter…
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Balmy breakfast
Compared to our continental cousins we’re having a cosy few days here in the Oxfordshire Mountain Range. It was a positively balmy morning today, with a very mild and pleasant -10 at breakfast a 7:30am. Spring is in the air! The birds are out in force chirping their feathered little heads off, surely we’ll see…
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-14
Darling fans! I assure you we are quite comfortable in our mansion. Who cares that it was -14 last night? Look: Although the drinks cabinet somewhat suffered, as the waiter forgot to move the booze to a cosier spot inside… snarf As you can see, I’m quite content with my lovely spot at the window,…
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The lie of the land
I like the grass. Grass is good. Outside is good. Acceleration is good. My new country mansion here. Delores over there. Me next to Delores. Cuddling.
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The Lady pays a visit
Poor me. Those bottae-cleansing sessions in the servants’ ‘spa’ seem to have become a weekly thing now. Really I don’t see why we have to bother, except of course that if I’m honest, I do like the clean feeling afterwards and things are generally more pleasant in the under-tail-regions now. As an added bonus I…
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Floppage tutorial
Advanced floppage tutorial: tail position.
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A disastrous week
Dearest darlings! Apologies for the radio silence since last week’s confirmation of Bouffe’s health and disposition. It has been a traumatic few days for us all, but you’ll be pleased to hear we are all alive and well. Saturday: Katrijn was forced to endure blustery winds while playing in the country mansion. The resulting outcome…
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Bouffe is not dead
Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated I “cocoon”
Got opinions??