The Bunnington Post: Through the Lagomorph Lens
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World Cup preparations
So, Fabio has finally stopped crying down the phone to me. He doesn’t take too kindly to the ‘I told you so’ message but I believe in tough love. There’s always Brazil 2014, is what I say. Treat yourself to another Rolex or something, if it helps. Sigh Bert’s another story… Abandoning the Cruyff legacy,…
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Myopic Vet
What is the matter with my vet? First I’ve had my precious bum desecrated for no good reason, now they don’t seem able to tell the difference between me and Haas. Nasty, nasty meds. Do I even remotely resemble Haas?? I have the nose-stripe trend down to a T darling, much as I adore Haas,…
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Breaking the magic barrier
1504g!
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Miffed
What do you mean, because Haas has E Cuniculi you need this medicine?! I have never heard such a piece of nonsense in my entire life! Put. Me. Down. NOW
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Letter to the Editor
Dear Editor, We have been following the latest developments on the terrible illness that has befallen our comrade Haas with growing concern. The news that Haas has been diagnosed with Encephalitozoon Cuniculi and a staphyloccoccus sp negative overgrowth has taken us several days to recover from. Can we be so bold as to enquire whether…
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Planet Zonk
Eat … Zonk Eat + Zonk = Convenience Zonk some more.
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Bumming around
How degrading. Here I am, enjoying the peace of my country retreat and all of a sudden I am swept up, plonked down on a towel (I won’t even bother to inform you of the thread count – shudder) and, er, exposed. Flystrike, my arse! Bink I hate it when this happens. Same story, every…
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Home
Yeah, so, I came ‘ome last Friday orrite, and I’m jus’ really pleased ter be back ‘n all, finkin’, all this bun needs is a nice few sprigs of grass an’ da wife. I go into me garden, yeah, and jus’ ‘ave a looky round to see whassup ‘n all, y’know, look at me in’erests,…
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Harumph
I’ve officially ‘ad enough, dis bun wants ter go ‘ome. So they took da pink earrin’ off, well, ‘ere’s a bi’ of news: too little, too late. Didn’t mind me frolick in da hospital garden today tho, but that is no-one’s business but me own, orrite? We still wan’ ter go home! OK?
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Mr Pink
Blimey! No, fings ain’t da dice an’ play they are supposed ter be. It’s all downright alarming, frankly! I mean, I do dig a bi’ ov fuss, orrite, but dis ain’t quite what I ‘ad in mind. Mind you, I do get lots ov attenshun. I know I’m cute even when emaciated an’ tired, that’s…
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