Time was starting to work against us now. We had to climb our way back up to our room before the first hoomin got up. Suzy decided Molly should go first and pull a line that we could use for security. I took her pack so she could stay well ahead of us.
She did and tied the rope to a sofa leg on the first floor. Thank goodness! Half way up to that floor my legs insinuated their objections to my being a brave bun that volunteered to carry the extra rig. I started working the steps very methodically, making serious use of the rope, one slow, tedious hop at a time. Suzy started doing the same.
We had to take a breather on the first floor. While we rested Molly raced up again and tied the rope to a bookcase.
I took out some hay biscuits and shared them with Suz. We nomed in silence, glad to be still. Our legs burning and shaking from recent exertion.
In the far distance we heard the first transport plane departing from nearby aerobunndrome, 10 miles to the north east. Its high pitch grew louder and closer as it climbed out on instrument departure, its path crossing over our house. An Embraer EMB-120 Bunnsilia. These days they fly mostly cargo as passenger traffic goes more and more to regional jets.
Hmmmm, what's he point you ask? If this plane didn't wake up our hoomins, the next one could. This is the beginning of the morning rush hour at the airport. One after that definitely will. Brake was over and I sure hoped I had enough left in me to make to the top without a slip or a tumble.
Now my paws really feelt my pain. How slick of them. It took all I had to keep my mind on what the paws were doing, resisting the temptation to dwell on what we've been through, what we've seen. We will have plenty of time for that very soon.
My last step over the top really did feel like the last step, I had nothing else to give. I droped Molly's rig and flopped. Suzy came over and undid my vest, turned me over and pulled it off of me. Abby, Suz and Molly hurried to put away the stuff.
"Abby, did we miss much?," asked Suzy.
"Nope, all quiet here. I almost fell asleep. So how was it?"
We'll tell you all about it, help me drag Major to his pad, will you?"
- Thank you Renee!
PS: Follow Suzy, Molly, Abby and Mr. Toes on FB!
Whew ... but not quite over yet!
RG, it is never over when a group of enterprising, dare-devil bunns go adventuring. There are bunnies around the world getting ideas or sending in their resumes. If your bunns are not on the couch with you, go check on them, quickly!
As the adventure continues, has anyone else noticed that Mr. Toes appears to have fallen in love? :D
-Jen (Kohl's mom)
Well, Jen, sure, but we can't just throw suggestive stuff like that out on social media. It will go viral . . .the headlines . . . the rumors . . . the paparazzi . . . the, well, you know, all that stuff . . . I am sure we will be given all the appropriate information in an appropriate way at an appropriate time.
This is a great adventure!
I suppose I would have to squish all of them, given a chance. but Mr. Toes would get extra squishes.
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