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Monday, March 19, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

So, the hoomin decided to chore all day and messed up our nap time. He got all four stink eyes for that. There was a snappppeh saaaaalad to make up for it, but still. Yes, yes, we had all the greens we could handle on Saturday.

He's been calling me Zoomer for some reason. He has a head, I think, so he should have a head gasket, no? I think it might be slipping. He'll come home late from the pits, and he'll ask me, "How you doin', Zoomer?" Then it's Zoomer this and Zoomer that. Who the hop is Zoomer? He says he needs to draw me more, silly hoomin.

Well, don't let the M*nd*y thing get ya, OK?

We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

Sunday, March 18, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 17

I woke up shivering in the middle of the night and wondered what had happened. Hopmeric was on the couch next to me, covered up with a blankie. I guess somebun had taken pity on him. He kept gritting his teeth, and his mouf and nose kept twitching. I went to the litter bin and then tried to find something to cover up with. Before crawling back and settling into my couch, I saw a note in Abby's pawwriting, "You're patching the skid first thing in the morning!" I crumpled the note and tossed it. I just hoped my head would spare me when the sun came up.
Joey, Mr. Toes and Hopmeric study
In the late morning, I got Joey to help me work on the skid. As luck would have it, we got another one of those picture-perfect sunny days with a gentle breeze and the aroma of the nearby woods in the air. The sun decided to be extra bright, though, like I thought it would. My head did not like it one bit, so at first, our progress was slow. We cleaned out all the cadmium chronochromium dioxide from the gash and collected it into a pale. That's when we got a proper look at the extent of the damage.
The outermost layer of the protective armor system was blown off. That made sense since it was a fairly light substance, designed to dissipate the heat and not protect against the vaporizing forces of impact with a foreign object at orbital velocities. The next layer, designed for just such eventualities was caved in and gouged out almost all the way through. In the bottom of it, you could see a series of thin cracks in the material. It looked like the bottom of a dry lake, parched and baked to death by the sun. The hot plasma during the re-entry almost got through. Behind the damaged layer, the secondary heat isolator shuttered and exploded. Thus the well housing the retracted skid was left, essentially, unprotected. And behind that was the rest of the ship, open for the melting. I gulped. I've seen the damage done by collisions with nuggets of iron and nickel, but nothing like this.
Joey study from The Bunstronaut Painters
Joey tilted his head and furrowed his brows. Before he could say anything, I blurted out, "We don't have enough material to patch it, do we?" "Nope, Major, we don't," growled Joey. "Check the numbers to be sure, would you?" I asked him, but Joey was already on it. In my earpiece, I heard the noises coming from the engine room. A high-pitched drill or a saw. Somebun was banging something with a hammer. I think I heard two hammers, devastating something in a brutal rhythm of two buns taking turns and swinging the heavy blocks of iron on sticks.
"Stop! Everybunny stop! Right now ..." I screamed into the intercom. Things got quiet, and Abby came on, "It better be good, Toes." I looked at Joey, and he shook his head in silence, "We don't have enough patch material to repair the skid for re-entry."
"What do you mean?" Abby responded. She had to have known where I was going with this, but she was stalling form some reason.
"Well, you know,..." I started slowly and went on, "we won't be able to re-enter with such a light application of this stuff. It will ablate, the gear will melt, and you know the rest." The silence continued and after a moment so did I, "What I mean is, whatever you're doing to the reactor, you better be sure of it, because we won't be able to come back here if it doesn't work. We need a proper dry-dock to fix this up to spec. We only get one trip to orbit with this thing."
Joey and Hopmeric study
After a second or two I heard the distinct change in the audio tone in my earpiece telling me that Abby put me on mute. She muted me! She came back after a little while and said, "Rog!," and all the banging and sawing, and drilling resumed.
"Well, I'll get the compound ready, Major," said Joey, sounding mournful. We both fixed our gaze on Hopmeric, and a sense of finality washed over me. Up until now, I have tried to keep a light attitude toward our predicament, but now I had to admit we could do everything right and still come up short. Maybe that's why Hopmeric looked different to me all of a sudden. He might be only one left here to carry on after us. Maybe by fixing his leg, we have handed our baton off to him? Hopmeric sat on the ground and watched Joey and me. From time to time he would go inside the ship after Pancake or Abby, then he would hop out and watch us again. He went on like that the entire day.
Finally, Joey nudged me out of my stupor, and I raised the hover-stand even higher and closer to the gash in the skid. I started placing the small flat repair pods on the surface of the wound, around its perimeter. They looked a little bit like sand dollar shaped electrodes with metal clad feeder lines attached at their centers for delivery of the raw, powdered, repair compound. When I had them all in place, Joey had to throw a switch that would release the patch material stored in a high-pressure container through the feeder lines into the electrodes. There, the fine powder would be activated and crawl all over the wound. It would grow and spread on the surface like algae before finally heating up and bonding with the armor. Eh, how I wished we had enough of it for several coats so we could do the job right.
Mr. Toes
I waited for Joey to throw the switch on the applicator pump, "Ready when you are, Joey!" Nothing happened. "Joey?" I asked again. Joey was still looking down at Hopmeric sitting on the ground, looking back at us. "Hey, Joey, what's going on?" I asked as I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me for a second and turned his attention back to Hopmeric. "Maybe we can let him throw the switch? Wanna bring him up here? I wonder if the bipeds are watching us, you know," mused Joey. "Come on, Joey, just throw the damn switch, you can play with him later. If we bring him here, he'll have a heart attack. Later you can show him how to enjoy a catnip stogie, OK?" Joey grinned and threw the switch, "Guess you're right, Major."

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Hoppy St. Patrick's Day from Doolin

He he, good luck with that, hoomin, but you’ll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind.
- Thank you, Ken and Kaci for bailing us out on this wonderful day with such regal disapproval :-)

PS: Ken says, "Handsome Irish lad Doolin is here to say 'Happy St Patrick's Day' Doolin is named after a beautiful small town in Ireland."

We'll return with bunfiction tomorrow and Espresso and Charlie update during the week.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Klondike & Yukon

I could really use a carrotini. Oh hush, you! Thank Bun it's Friday!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Klondike and Yukon,
AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
COLOR: White/Brown
GENDER:   Neutered Males
BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can. 

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Speckle & Nudge

Let's make it interesting. Double or nothing, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Speckle & Nudge
AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
COLOR: Brown
GENDER:   Neutered Males

 BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Marshmallow & Gum Drop

Yes, were cord cutting before cord cutting was a thing!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix/Lionhead
COLOR: White
GENDER:   Spayed Female & Neutered Male

BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018


Well, yes, hoomin. I do score a 10 on the Snorgle scale!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Frito:

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED: Harlequin
COLOR: Multi
GENDER: Neutered Male
BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 16

We looked at Abby, puzzled, and Pancake asked, "What lucky break are you talking about?" On the table in front of us was a piece of cadmium chronochromium that most likely came from that cloud of debris we had hit before reentry. Pancake was not impressed, "If you look closely at the hull of this ship, you can probably scrape off a ton of iron and nickel that came from that cloud. I still don't see how this is helping us."
Hopmeric in the infirmary
We were interrupted by the warning light on the infirmary annunciator panel. Molly didn't say a word and rushed to check on Hopmeric. One of the monitoring screens did, in fact, show Hopmeric sitting up and trying to drink some water. His vitals looked normal. At least his temperature didn't point to an infection. He looked tired and could barely keep his balance, and after a minute stretched out with a big yawn and sighed. I thought he'd go back to sleep, but he stayed awake. Next, we saw Molly enter the room and give him a good lookover. 'He's doing fine!' exclaimed Molly over the intercom, her voice sounding scratchy and distorted by the old audio system.
She pulled an alfalfa chew bar out of a a pocket of her suit, took a little bite of it, then put the bar next to Hopmeric's mouf, hoping he would bite. He sniffed and sniffed the bar for a while and raised his head. It looked like he was slowly working up the courage to taste the snack. He licked the bar once, then again, and very gingerly bit off a tiny crumb from it. His mouf worked ever so slowly. Under other circumstances, you would think he was judging and savoring the finale of a cook-off of some sort, but his tired eyes pulled you back to the grim reality that this guy's life hung in the balance. We forgot all about the chrono-chromium for a while.
Molly and the giant pellet
Hopmeric took another small bite of the snack and started chewing it. He drank more water and ate a little more. We watched and watched, quietly rooting for him. Molly checked around his bedding and rummaged for something, and presented to the camera a. . . big, fat pellet! We erupted in cheer over the intercom! Poor Hopmeric, either embarrassed or startled, sat up straight and suddenly looked very alert if a little disoriented, not able to tell where all those voices were coming from. Molly stroke the back of his head to calm him down. He relaxed and laid down again. As Molly turned to leave Hopmeric sprung up, ready to follow her! I shifted my stance from one foot to another and held my breath. Molly stopped and looked at him, as if not sure whether to convince him to stay put and rest or to help him move along. Hopmeric slowly caught up with her before she could make up her mind and they worked their way toward the flight deck. We lost the visual of them once they left the room and it took them a long time to rejoin us. Well, to me it felt like a long time.
We didn't know how to react when they arrived, and we just stood there quietly, sizing up Hopmeric. I'm sure he was doing the same with us. Molly stood by his side and administered head rubs behind his ears. She fed him another bite of the snack bar, and this time he took a nice, big bite of it. To break the tension, Abby decided to pick up where we had left off as if nothing had happened. "OK, so, about this chronochromium..."
Hopmeric on the flight deck Hopmeric study
That's when I got a queasy feeling in my gut. I knew what Abby had in mind. She must have noticed my grimace because she looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "When we get to orbit, we can inject it into the reactor and make it backfire. It will probably blow us up into gravitons, but going through the ensuing rip in the fabric of time-space will send us back to where we came from. We will be mixed with the chronochromium, and that stuff likes to gravitate toward the time it came from!" Abby kept grinning.
Molly thumped, Joey almost fainted, and I had to sit down. Hopmeric dropped the chew bar from his mouf as if he understood something. Pancake just kept staring forward as if she had seen a ghost of herself and didn't say a word. Ava and Penny, not amused, groaned. My legs felt a little rubbery. Would I have to say goodbye to myself? Would it be appropriate now to try and kiss my duff goodbye? Should I write a note to the other me, the one that is going to get reconstituted? Do I get a fresh start on that, other, new, same old side? Can I rearrange myself, make some changes before I get put back together? Could I, somehow, change timelines and go back to my Mom in her parallel universe, yet keep with me everything I've been through until now?
Hopmeric and the carrotini Mr. Toes
"Hey. . . " somebun was scratching me behind the ear, "are you OK?" At first, I didn't recognize Abby. "Yeah, I'm OK," I mumbled. Abby continued, "We've got no other options. It's either that or we stay here. I guess we could vote on it." Everybun around me shook their heads no. There would be no vote on it, and I agreed with them. Hopmeric sat there, tilting his head sideways and thumping from time to time. Part of him had to be catching on to what was going on.
Everybun except me followed Abby to the engine room. They were gone for the rest of the day, trying to figure out how to feed the cadmium chronochromium into the reactor at just the right time. I crawled under my couch and pulled out a titanium thermos I hid for times like these. I took off the screw-top cup, opened the pressure relief valve, and filled the cup with the carrotini. I took a swig and showed Hopmeric how to do the same. The poor guy tried to get his mouf into the cup and spilled half of it on himself. He tasted the stuff; his mouf twisted, and his eyes crossed, but he slurped the rest. I filled the cup again, and we relieved more pressure, repeating the ritual. Hopmeric minded it less and less.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

It looks like the hoomin is making a habit out of switching our day off. If he keeps that up, we'll have to renegotiate our contract. Saturday is our "hard day off," so what gives? He's begging for our help until the "Red Hop" story ends. Well, every week he says "there are only four or five episodes left." He said that two months ago.

Hm, anyway, the treats arrived, and Charlie inspected them right away. Yeah, we'll need double treats, headrubs, and saaaaalads if this keeps up. At least the breakfast saaaaalads are timely, yammeh and snappeh.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Friday, March 9, 2018


Hoomin, did you bring enough for everybunny? We need twice the nutriberries on Friday nights!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: Sunny is a shy but incredibly sweet girl who wants so much to find a family that will commit to her forever and love her unconditionally. She is beautiful, gentle and so willing to trust. Sunny would be a perfect girl for bonding.

NOTES: Sunny has a chronic respiratory issue (in her nasal cavity) that will most likely be with her for the rest of her life. She was spayed in March 2015 and was found to have a number of uterine tumors. We are so hopeful the spay surgery was curative but to be sure Sunny gets xrays every six months for two years. Because she is older than the typical bun (at the time of her spay), that is why she has the potential for cancer. Sunny is a perfect example of why you should ALWAYS spay/neuter your rabbit.

AGE: 2011
WEIGHT: 6.5lbs
BREED: New Zealand
COLOR: White
GENDER: Spayed female

BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Thursday, March 8, 2018


Yes, hoomin, you're right! I do need double the headrubs, twice a day!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pearl:

AGE: 2016
WEIGHT: 3 lbs
BREED: Fuzzy Lop
COLOR: White, Brown & Gray
GENDER: Spayed Female

Positive e-cunniculi titer. Currently being treated.

Perl is from BHRR. The rescue is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018


 These are the buns you're looking for!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: We realized (and we're really sorry it took us that long) that the buns at the rescues disapprove just as well as the ones already in loving forever homes. Why not give them the leg up and share them with as many people as we can? Donating to the rescues (whether or not they are running a fundraiser) is not always an option, but sharing and giving them a wider audience only takes a little time.

Ben is from BHRR. The rescue is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018


Hoomin, I can't lie to you about your chances, but, you have my sympathies.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: Ash is from BHRR. The rescue is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

About Ash:

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED: Satin Mix
COLOR: White
GENDER: Neutered Male

... of course, Ash here paraphrased the famous Ash from the original movie Alien ;-)

Monday, March 5, 2018



 Well, hoomin, how's that Spring planting going, eh?

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken says, "Our beautiful Limerick, at 6 weeks old and 6 months. This Irish Lass can thump disapproval with the best of them, while maintaining 90% cuddle bunny."

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update


Greetings, Everybunny!

The hoomin served us breakfast on bed. He's been fixin' us home made treats. They here made with Sherwood RxFood, a sliver of nanner, and raspberry on a bed of mint leaves. We each got our own plate of course.

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso

Saturday, March 3, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Bunfiction Update

Greetings, Everybunny!
Joey here. Remember me? It's another one of those weeks where life conspired is such a way that we need another week to finish the episode. We charged our hoomin scribe with performing an update to our computer system, and that went sideways. It made for some interesting long evenings, but the good news is we are up and running.
So, all the best to you from Pancake, Abby, Molly, Ava, Penny, me and Mr. Toes, bless his little heart. We'll be back next week.
- Joey

Friday, March 2, 2018


 Dang! I dropped the bolt cutter again! On Friday!

- Thank you, Sharon!

Thursday, March 1, 2018


Well, just keep it simple, hoomin, double everything, OK?

- Thank you, Tracey!