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Tuesday, January 30, 2018
OK, hoomin, let's see those nutriberry seedlings!
- Thank you Ken and Kaci!
PS: Kens says, "Dublin's babies are approaching one year old soon. Here are 2 photos of Hayley, 11 days old and 6 months old. Hayley has turned into one of the best cuddle bunnies in the litter. I continue to work on her brothers and sisters too."
Ken volunteers at the Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Author's Note:Last Week: Mr. Toes and his crew moved their ship to the spot where the stone slabs were located. The bunstronauts worked on preparing for the repairs, and at the end of the day, they noticed some bipeds advancing in their direction.
Full of apprehension, we watched from the flight deck as the bipeds inched closer and closer to us, pushing a small cart in front of them. Ava and Penny were still on the hover-scooter outside by the main hatch, and they were as riveted by the development as the rest of us. I didn't worry about what the bipeds were going to do but about what Abby would order next. To my surprise, she only asked Ava and Penny to climb to keep an eye on the wider perimeter. Were the bipeds trying to get our attention while they plotted something out of sight? Well, Ava and Penny didn't spot anything nefarious going on behind our backs.
That's when Pancake asked if she and Molly can go and greet the bipeds. 'What do you mean?' asked Abby. "Well, we want to go out there on the hover-stand and see what's in that cart. Ava and Penny can cover us, and it looks like most of the bipeds are afraid to come out of the woods.' Abby waited to give her response and kept looking at the images of the cart on one of the screens. She zoomed in on the cart as much as she could, and looked for queues that would lay bare any obfuscated intentions. She finally spoke, 'Pancake, wait a second; Joey, fire up the loading dolly and follow them, stay close, and be ready to pounce. And Pancake, don't you dare get any closer to them than a hundred feet! Got it?' 'Wilco!' replied Pancake. Molly fired up the hover-stand and Pancake jumped right on it, behind Molly. She put her feet into the restraints and telescoped straight up with her front paws crossed in front of her chest. They waited for Joey. The poor guy again struggled with starting the dolly. Molly waited patiently until that dolly came back to life once more and finally got them moving forward.
I had a sense that Molly and Pancake did something to that hover-stand but wasn't quite sure what. All was revealed in short order. As soon as they cleared the loading ramp, flames shot out of the hover-stand in a great, rotating circle, like a mini spiral galaxy made of hellfire! I thought, '... so that's why Molly giggled every time the subject of the hover-stand came up.'
Somewhere from under the ship, Hopmeric came and chased after the hover-stand. I yelled 'Stop!' into the intercom. Molly stopped the hover-stand. 'Make room for one more, Hopmeric was chasing after you,' I explained. 'A who and what?' asked confused Pancake. 'Hopmeric, the hare; see if you can motion to him to get on the stand,' I added. As Pancake waited, she turned toward the hare and gestured for him to get on beside her, 'COME ON!' she almost yelled at him, as if her raised voice could help. 'What are you trying to do?' asked Abby. 'I want the bipeds to see the hare by our side. I want them to think he may well have come down from the heavens, just like us.' Abby furrowed her brows, then raised them and shrugged, 'Good luck with that. You're getting emotionally involved here. What are you going to do when we have to leave?' I had no answer; I could only fix my gaze on the screen.
Hopmeric must have gotten the idea to get on or maybe that's what he wanted to do all along? He made a hesitant move toward Pancake and Molly, then hopped right on and tried to steady himself. Pancake made a little bit of room for him, grabbed his paw, and showed him how to hold on to the guardrail. Abby groaned when she noticed the contact between Pancake and the hare. She turned toward me and muted her mic, 'You know what we'll have to do now, don't you?' I nodded.
Molly got them moving again. Hopmeric flinched as Molly let out more flames from their contraption. 'I can't believe we had that garbage on board,' I mumbled. 'What garbage?' asked Abby without looking away from the screen. 'Whatever it is that Molly is burning off,' I explained. Molly kept moving forward, and so did the bipeds with their cart, unfazed by the pyrotechnics. The bipeds finally stopped, let go of the cart, and started to back away toward the woods. Then, one of them turned around and ran, and his cohorts followed immediately. Molly roared with her flamethrowers, and one of the bipeds tripped, fell, and had a hard time getting up. His comrades didn't even bother to look back.
Molly moved closer to the cart now, then pulled up alongside the wagon. "Don't get any closer to it!" said Abby, anxiously. I imagined Hopmeric didn't hear or understand any of that. He leaped onto the cart. It was filled with vegetables! A heaping pile of greens! We recognized wild blueberry branches, dill, and turnips. Their roots still had clumps of dirt on them. "Look, a cabbage!" exclaimed Molly. We saw piles of fresh grass, recently torn off the ground. All of it laid on a heap of hay, or straw or something. Hopmeric dug right into it, stuffing himself as fast as he could. He tore off a leaf of cabbage with his mouf and offered it to Molly. She looked at it, frightened, and reluctantly reached out and took the leaf.
"What do we do with that?" I asked, semi-rhetorically. "I don't know, do you think this is still a trap? Do you think the greens are poisoned?" wondered Abby. She continued, "We could bring it in for analysis, or we could freeze it and take it back with us. He doesn't seem to be concerned though," Abby motioned with her head toward Hopmeric, who continued to feast unabashedly.
"Maybe this offering is just an offering," proposed Joey, still waiting on his dolly behind the hover-stand. We looked at him, surprised. I glanced at the panoramic infrared scan of our surroundings. The bipeds kept glowing in the distance, presumably watching our reactions to their offer of sacrifice. 'How about we pull the cart closer to the loading ramp?' asked Pancake, and hooked a line to the bottom of the cart before Abby could say 'yes.'
As Molly started to move back toward our ship, Hopmeric stood up and telescoped facing the bipeds. I swear he became twice as wide and tall as the last time I saw him stand up. He had a regal glow about him, showing the bipeds he was of the same heaven as us. Abby looked at me again and said, 'Well, you better get on with it.' I hopped slowly to get the medical kit.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Today we have a little change in the routine. Don't worry; you'll get your bun fiction tomorrow.
The important thing is that here we are, Charlie and I, the best bunn friends forever. All the snorgles, snappeh and crispeh salaaaads that we can handle. We snooze at night by the hoomins, and we keep them on the straight and narrow during the day. We eat, and poop, and binky, and run around enjoying the bun life.
Our hoomin said something about having to do tree trimming in the morning and doing coffee with his best friend afterward. He could really use a weekend evening of art making so that process will be a special treat for him.
We'll keep you posted,
Friday, January 26, 2018
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Monday, January 22, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
The good news is, Charlie and I are best bunn friends forever again. She's always been the kinder, gentler of the two us and I finally warmed up to her. We loaf together, clean bun another's ears and generally get along exceptionally well. Hoomin took no pictures of us having a breakfast or dinner salaaads because it's around those times and he doesn't fancy blasting us with flash.
Also, hoomin said he had that short, four day week and it felt like eight days. He thanks the tar pits for that. Oh well, he says we help him keep his yapper closed because he reminds himself he needs to do right by us. There you go.
We'll keep you posted,
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Author's Note: Last week, Mr. Toes recalled how his crew tried to process his encounter with an indigenous hare. They continued to argue about the population of the bipeds inhabiting the planet. The crew got ready to move their ship a short distance to repair it.
"By the time we were ready for liftoff, Pancake and Molly came back from the storage bay and strapped into their couches. We got off the ground without a problem, and we hit the bottom of the clouds pretty fast, maybe at fifteen hundred feet; their tops were at about five grand. By the time we came up on top of them, we had to start our descent right away, and we plunged right back into the overcast. We descended over the clearing as slowly as we could, and we went out of our way to give everybun on the ground time to get away from under us. After all, there were not just bipeds, but all sort of creatures, and lagomorphs like us. Or somewhat like us. Hopmeric could be there with his warren. I scanned the video streams of the outside, and luckily I didn't catch any welcoming comity. We caused a few brushfires but thanks to the damp, cold air, they died out quickly.
By the time we touched down, whatever the bipeds had going on there was gone. But the slabs stayed where they were. The rest of the day was just full of physical, hard labor. We had a problem getting the loading dolly started. Joey had to replace one of the power packs because it was corroded and kept shorting and blowing a couple of fuses. The good news was Molly and Penny were back to their usual selves, at least for the time being. Molly did find a strange contraption in the storage bay that let her move about in the air. It had a large round base a bun could stand on, and its control handles were mounted on a tall cylinder. I guess bun could use as a step ladder or something. Maybe you could use it to visually inspect the outside of the ship and things like that. Joey worked the dolly, and Abby and I tried to use the scooter for towing the slabs, but they were just too heavy. So we used it to run the carbon lines to some of the stones so we could winch them close to the ship. Surprisingly enough, we didn't get one visitor. The surrounding woods stayed quiet. When we had landed, we blew away quite a bit of the immediate vegetation. As much as I hated it, it cleared the perimeter around us and prevented things from sneaking up on us.
We managed to arrange most of the slabs before the day's end, and for once, we finished the day early. All we would have left to do the next day was to start standing the slabs up. That would be the difficult part, and we wanted to be rested for it. After securing the ship for the night, we ate supper and watched if anyone would come out of the forest. We were secretly hoping Homeric would show up. Of course, he was probably too smart to be seen in the open. "They" had to have seen us land, but the forest kept its curiosity in check. We made sure the infrared cameras were turned on for the night, and we retired to our sleeping quarters. Only Joey stayed on the deck. He was convinced something had to stick out its neck from behind those trees, and he didn't want to miss it. I thought Abby would dress him down for goofing off when he should be getting proper rest, but she only said, "Sure, good luck with that," and she let him be.
The next morning, I realized why she didn't give him any hard time. Joey fell asleep five minutes into his improvised watch, and he was out cold when we started breakfast.
We congregated around one of the monitors and watched the infrared recording captured overnight. Sure enough, the bipeds showed up. The edge of the woods brimmed with them, and their heat signatures glowed like a sunrise! There had to be quite a few of them to give off this much heat, but only a couple of them approached the ship.
Instinctively, we looked outside, but there was no one there, and it was still misty and foggy, so we couldn't see very far. Then, Pancake and Molly started to giggle. We looked at them and expected them to share with the rest of the class what was so funny, but Pancake just waved us off.
Well, we had to get on with the stone business, and so we did. Joey did most of the work this time because only the loading dolly had enough power to lift and move the stones. Molly and Pancake marked up the ground for him to indicate where each stone had to go. Penny and Ava flew the scooter along the perimeter and looked for anything trying to come out of the woods. The fog finally started to burn off, and it seemed like we would have a beautiful day, just perfect for that picnic we had never had. Abby and I stayed on the flight deck and kept a bird's eye view on everything. Abby switched places with Joey in the early afternoon and finished the job.
Then, just as we were cleaning up before securing the ship for the night, Ava and Penny sounded the alarm. Some bipeds were coming out of the forest, pushing something toward us!"
Friday, January 19, 2018
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
We had finished the week with the dismantling of Charlie's enclosure in the living room. We are not exactly nose-to-nose best friends forever, but we get along well enough. We are back to enjoying salads together again. The hoomin still makes them for three, even though there's only two us now :-( The hoomin thinks I'm sad and miss Latte, he tells me he does, a lot and all the time.
So, for now, we're trying to make the best of what we got. This morning Charlie and I nomed pellets side by side, then we loafed together. It turns out the Xmas tree is a pretty good snack. Charlie tried it; then I tried it this morning.
We keep getting tons and tons of snorgles and head rubs. I like the most the ones buncle Fleetie send. Darn, they would be better with a pint of dandelion cider!
We'll keep you posted,
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Author's Note: Last week, Mr. Toes recalled his encounter with an orange, indigenous hare while inspecting one of the stone slabs. We rejoin him and Joey on their way back to the ship.
"It was almost dark, and Joye climbed to stay above the swelling fog. 'Major, what do you make of that, ... that hare?' Asked Joey. Then Abby chimed in as I knew she would, 'You are lucky that you are still in one piece, Major. That could have been a wolf or a wildcat. You're gonna get yours when you get here! What were you thinking?' 'You saw what I saw; you tell me what that was about. We can go over the video recording once we come back,' I tried to brush off their nagging. I opened my visor again and felt the cool, evening air becoming misty. My mouf started getting covered with dew. 'Put it on autopilot and pop your visor,' I said to Joey and shortly after, I heard the murmur of his visor going up. 'Oh my!' Joey exclaimed as he slowed down a little more and climbed a few feet. We were floating above a calm sea of clouds, sprawled out on the ground, too lazy to rise. Even the tops of the tallest of firs were drowning in the rising, featureless deluge of white and gray fluff. Finally, the faint glow of the ship's positioning lights ahead of us tried to break through the fog, feebly bleeding drops of color in the thickening, cloudy soup of early evening.
We slowed down again as we homed in on the ship. The scooter slowed to a crawl as we entered the loading bay. The main hatch closed behind us with a heavy clang before Joey had a chance to shut down the engine. It felt great to be back home. Without saying a word or waiting for anybun, I hopped straight past the flight deck and to the adjacent pantry. I started warming up some chamomile and worked on taking off my helmet. I finally got that thing off my head and tossed it on a rack. I wiped the dew of my mouf; I was soaked. Joey ran in, and I helped him take off his helmet. We both looked like we had our head under a waterfall. We busted out laughing and slapped a high paw. It was nice to forget for a moment about being grown up. We enjoyed that ride back like a couple of rascally kids. I grabbed a hay bar and handed one to Joey.
By the time we came back to the flight deck, everybun was there, even Penny and Molly. They were watching my encounter with the indigenous hare over and over. No bun recognized him. I'm not even sure when or how we decided that it was him and not her. You would think that space travel would offer encounters with strange creatures that are somehow nothing like what we had imagined them to be; instead, you end up in front of a mirror. This business reveals more about ourselves than anything else.
I was going to ignore the orange hare and open the discussion by stating just how screwed I thought we were, but I bit my tongue at the last second. Instead, I asked, "You didn't pick up any sat signals, did you?" They nodded 'no.' "I have the ship ready to reposition," said Ava dryly, trying to hide her resignation. "We have found a spool of carbon line, and we're working on a winch for pulling those blocks," said Penny. "At least they were keeping busy," I thought. "That's great!" I said, trying to sound encouraging. I added, "Abby, Pancake, anything else?" Pancake announced the first piece of good news since we had landed, "Look, I think we can disable the actuators by retracting all the skids except for the damaged one. This way even the sandstone slabs should be strong enough to support the ship."
We tried to call it a night early, but the conversation turned to the hare once more; we called him Hopmeric, and we stayed up way too late. Afterwards, we didn't even bother pretending to set up a night watch. The bipeds could kiss our thrusters if they could reach them. We would have to get some proper sleep some other night.
The following morning was a flurry of busy work. To move the ship such a short distance requires almost as much work as going on orbit. At first, we wanted to go into hover mode, plough through the woods, and head straight for the clearing where those slabs were, but Ava suggested ascending above the cloud deck and descending straight down over the clearing. If there were any bipeds around, they would see us come down from the sky. That would give them something to think about and a little myth building couldn't hurt.
'Fry 'em,' interrupted Molly.
'Anyway,' Ava tried to ignore her, '... let's see how they react. Fending them off would be a lot of work. Who knows, maybe we can get them to help us.' Molly raised her voice, 'Really, Ava? You wanna make a deal with the devil? Do you think they traded with the bears for those skins? Oh, shucks, I wonder what you could get for your hide, Ava?' Abby cleared her throat and thumped gently, 'Look here, Molly, I'm just trying to get us the hay out of here, and whatever I have to do to make that happen, I'm going to do it. If I have to trade with those things, I will. We haven't got the technology with us to 'fix' them! Let's say we could rework their DNA. We can't do that with what we've got. We don't have enough fuel to "fry 'em all" or the means to find each and every one of them! Now, unless you have an idea on how to do all that with what we have, drop it. See what else is in that storage bay next to the power plant.'
We stood there in silence, and I felt for Molly. I had the same urges. Had she an antimatter blaster and went off the deep end to lay waste to the bipeds, I would be right with her. Except, what would be the point?
'Um, we could use a few more pulleys, maybe another winch,' Pancake broke the silence. 'Molly, let's see what else is in the storage. You-all don't need us to move the ship, do you?' asked Pancake as she turned toward Molly and gave her a quick rub between the ears. Abby looked around the room and said softly, 'OK, let's move this thing.' The rest of us took our seats, and Abby started on the preflight checklist."
Friday, January 12, 2018
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Sunday, January 7, 2018
Thank you everybun for all your support these past few days. Twelve months or twelve years - seems to make no difference when the furry ones leave. Nothing makes it any easier. You have been there, and we share your grief, and it is comforting to know that you get what we are going through. That helps with crushing loneliness. Thank you for all your comments and emails.
'Spresser and Charlie are doing OK. Both are eating and are active. Espresso seems to be very agitated since Thursday. He noms everything in sight with ferocity. At the same time, he warmed up a bit toward the hoomins and enjoyed a particularly long session of head-rubs thing morning.