The Bunnington Post

The Bunnington Post: Through the Lagomorph Lens

  • Da man

    Hey baby… scratch my nose!

  • Buns at work

    Go away. We’re busy!

  • Secret stash

    Hmmm, I quite feel like having that secret stash of spare food now. Cleverly hidden in our football… Damn. She got to it first.

  • Cat fight

    So I get to the Lanvin counter to get your Leaf Pochette, right, and I’m not being funny or anything, but there is this great big throng of waitresses all pushing and shoving to get to the bags, and they’re all going for the Leaf Pochette! I mean, not a single one was interested in…

  • Knackered

    Hmm? Bink… What you doin… Snarf I’ll tidy up later…

  • 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…

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