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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Basil Rathbun

Hoomin, ask not what the bun do for you, ask what you can do for the bun!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

 PS: Basil is from BHRR. The rescue is conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week we will be featuring their buns and trying to spread the word.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Sunday, February 18, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 14

"Major? Major!" It took me a moment to realize Zoomer was interrupting me. I guess I didn't put her to sleep after all. She continued, "Major, I love the story. It's really good, but it's getting very late. We have to get some sleep before tomorrow." "Oh, you're right, of course. I lost track of time. It's a good thing you called me out," I said with a grin. I meant it, too, because bad things happen when young crew members feel so intimidated by their senior counterparts that they defer to them on everything. "Good call, Zoomer. We'll finish another time," I reiterated.
Zoomer study
I heard Zoomer rustling under the blanket in her sleeping pouch, and soon, the cabin became quiet again—well, as quiet as the mechanical bowels of the capsule allow it to be. That's when the master alarm started flashing. Zoomer sprung out of her couch and was at the console.
The light stopped flashing. "Well, the probe is delayed. We have a twenty-four-hour wait," Zoomer announced and wondered out loud, "Twenty-four hours—what gives? Now what?" I couldn't tell if she was upset or excited or really didn't know. "Nothing, we wait, we get some sleep, eat, and so on. We'll have a busy day tomorrow anyway. They'll find something for us to do. They always do," I said.
Hopmeric study
Zoomer slowly drifted back to her couch, and her long hair waved like an exotic and delicate creature in the depths of an ocean. After a short silence, she started again,
"Well, about that Democrythera solution. How did you trick the formulator to give you something for a specimen it didn't know?"
"Oh, you want to know the rest of the story? Are you sure?" I tried to sound surprised and to be honest, I was, a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I got snappy there, now we have a whole day. Tell me, Major; you never had stasis in your life, have you?" Zoomer went on.
"No, why?" I asked.
"It's just the way you pull the strangest stuff out of your ...."
"No, I did not, if you must be so nosy," I cut her off mid-sentence.
"I eat right, and I exercise," I added smugly.
As she tried to wiggle herself back into her sleeping pocket on her couch, Zoomer grinned at me with a smirk, "Of course, Major. So, how did you ..."
Hopmeric snoozing
"We created a generic profile for Hopmeric because all we could do is approximate the data. I worried that if the treatment didn't kill him, the ensuing adjustment to life as he knew it might. I mean, that stuff will rebuild the target organism from the molecules up. We just wanted him to have the ability to cope with the pus, but we knew that the treatment would react to him like some hopeless case in need of complete restoration. So, I worried what would happen when he would start to discover things he didn't know he wasn't supposed to be able to do—with his paws, for example. The first time he would grab something, he would have a lot to think about. And then, the thinking about thinking would come. What would happen when his kin would start to notice the changes? And, what about his offspring being very different from the other kits in the warren? Hopmeric was in his prime, you know."
I paused and looked at Zoomer. Her nose was twitching again, so I went on. "Abby and Pancake took care of his wounded leg, and then we had to wait and hope for the best. We got him set up for the recovery on the floor of the infirmary. We made him a nice, soft bed and lined it with hay for familiarity. Molly stayed with him there because she didn't want him to come to, whenever that would be, all alone.
Mr. Toes
The next day, Pancake kept a lookout on the hover-stand by herself. Molly kept us updated on Hopmeric, and finally, we were able to get on with the repairs."

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update

Hellos Everybunny,

Sure, why not, we'll take the Saturday post again. You know, it's "the doodles" again. Whatever.

The hoomin called us the "binary disapproval system." We spin around the idea that when the hoomin gets up in the morning, we expect treats. Then we spin and run around in circles around his leg. Unfortunately, the phenomena are very difficult, if not impossible, to capture. The act of paying attention to it slows down the spin and compels the hoomin to get on with the treat dispensing. After the treats are served, the spin is gone.

Then came the headrubs, so we loaf nose to nose and grit our teeth in contentment. And then we loaf some more.

- Espresso

Friday, February 16, 2018


You're working on our pawty saaaaalad for the weekend, right? Hoomin?

- Thank you, Rondi!

PS: Follow Mango and Finn on their FB page at https://www.facebook.com/mangoandfinn/

Thursday, February 15, 2018


Hoomin, it's not me, it's you, with the clicky thing instead of plate with greens!

- Thank you, Kathy!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


Hoomin, let me sing you song about the raspberrini I want. Right now!

- Thank you Angel Tommie, Kiara & Sami

PS: Sami is a rescue, follow him and Kiara on FB