... first thing we're gonna do, is spread the spread on my spread.
I need a clear, bunn's eye view of what you piled on that plate.
... and let's take it one nom at a time ...
What?!? What is it? ... do I have nomething in my teeth?!?
Very little news is good news. My bumm healed! Don't have to get those bits greased up, the proper cream did its magic. So I'm done running and sliding around like a greased bunn. That there behind me to the left is my new bunndo. Quite lovely, fantastic to be honest. About 4 feet long and very low profile, like a burrow.
However, doing my best to keep the silly hoomin on his toes, I managed to wedge myself sideways twice. Once between my two, old bunndos (behind me to the right). Then again in the new one, my leg got trapped under the liner, I was on my side and could not right myself. Pretty scary to be honest. But he figured out what's going on fast. The first time he thought I did that on purpose to lay on my side and rest, as weird as it seemed. Well, come to think of it, the long bunndo might have to go away. What if I get stuck like that again and no one's home? Hmmmm...., I have a feeling we'll be playing it safe.
- Mr. Bun