Tag: Delores
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Buns a-chillin’
Aaah… this is the life. Warm enough to want shade, what else could a bun want? Itchy fur though. The one downside of the change of seasons. Delores darling, give us a scratch, right there, ooh yes, very good, much better, ta
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Hospital visits
Hm. I just don’t feel like eating today. Funny tummy. I think I’ll just lie in my dark little corner for a bit. So Bink eats all the food. See if I care. What? Hospital? That’s not what I bargained for! Oi!! Lemme go! Oh, how I loathe cars… and roundabouts… Oooh, funny tummy… NASTY…
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Stealth bun
Next time Invisible Bink tries to pull a fast one on me I’ll POUNCE!
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How to rumble an invisible bun
Fight over dinner. Easy. Evidence: Loud smacking and slurping Food disappearing Being shoved by a furry nose And then afterwards, a warm presence cuddling up to my left, growing heavier by the minute, contented sighs and finally, snoring.
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Yum yum, give me sum
Parsnip carrot carrot!
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Wardrobe update
Ooh, I am very excited indeed about the new Lanvin collection for spring/Summer 2010. Black is sooo 2009… Gathers and drapes are so flattering on the fuller figure. I daresay I am quite ready to experiment a little with those lovely one-shoulder affairs too, oh yes, ever so chic. Spotted a very cute silk floral…
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Congestion
Pompompom, I do like a bit of pipe action, yes I do. You never know, you might find something to eat halfway down, or on the other side. Always worth investigating, right? What’s that sniffing my arse? Can’t see a thing. Hard work you know, living with a Secret Invisible Super Bun, or whatever breed…
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Red alert
From our reporter – All buns are on high alert after a winged predator was spotted in the skies over Oxfordshire. A red kite has been seen soaring over the hills and valleys of the county, apparently taking a keen interest in the inhabitants of the Bunny Realm. Delores is convinced that the kite is…
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Bun, mid-hop
Just like that!
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Delores vs Coffee: the woodchips are down
Who are you? More to the point, who are you, and what are you doing in my garden?! And stop staring at my fella, he’s mine. Well, excuse me, fatso, as if I ain’t got a fella of my own to concern myself with. It’s not as if he’s anything much to look at, I…
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