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Thursday, May 31, 2018


Is it here? My carrotini maker!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Gemma,

BORN:   2010
WEIGHT: 6lbs
BREED: Satin mix
COLOR: Black 
NOTES: Gemma is a perfect bonding candidate and has met several boys she liked very much. Unfortunately she seems to end up as the bridesmaid each time…but we know her perfect husbun is just waiting for her and soon they’ll meet and fall in love. Gemma would do best in an adult-only home with rabbit-savvy adopters who will allow her the time she needs to trust and find her peace. She loves head rubs, kisses, eating and playing with her toys.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, May 30, 2018


What? It's only Wednesday? Don't talk to me, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Zippy,

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 5lbs
BREED: Lionhead mix
COLOR: Gray with black and brown ticking
NOTES: Zippy is one of the most adorable bunnies ever!! He has such a unique face and an awesome personality to match. Zippy struggles with chronic respiratory issues so we will adopt him out as a special needs bun to a rabbit-savvy family. Zippy has a great sense of humor and actually would prefer it if we didn’t know he loves all of the attention we shower on him…but we know he loves every bit of it. We also think Zip would make a great husbun to some lucky lady. Zippy is one-of-a-kind and we adore him!
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, May 29, 2018


Who OK’d the arrival of another Monday??? On a Tuesday!

- Thank you Mellissa and Collected moments - Bunnies

PS: Follow Camilla, Sweeney and Melvin on FB at

Monday, May 28, 2018

Hoppy Memorial Day, Everybunny!

You want memorable? You can't handle memorable! Remove the barrier hoomin and we'll give you memorable.

Howdy, Hoomins ...

Hope your weather is better than ours. It's been windy and rainy all weekend.

Be safe and snurgle your loved ones!

- Gus with Charlie and Espresso

PS: I heard that Charlie girl wouldn't eat Saturday morning. Hoomin took her to the V.E.T. again. She ate a few carrot tops right before the doctor's visit but they went in any way. Charlie got a little bit of medicine - L-Metoclopramide and fluids. She was eating and pooping again pretty quickly and was back to her cheerful self.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 25

I didn't realize at first that I had finished my story. I just gazed outside through one of the windows. Another orbital sunset got me before I knew it. Zoomer sat on her couch with her feet tucked into the sleeping pouch to stay in place. Her nose twitched calmly up and down. She looked at me without a word and wiggled herself into the pouch. I did the same. "So, Major, you think I should be able to sleep on that story now?" asked Zoomer quietly, gravely pondering what she had heard. She added after a long pause, "You know, if I ever meet Pancake or Abby, or any of the others, I'll ask them about it." "I wouldn't expect anything else; good night," I said with a grin.
The next morning, Zoomer woke up before me and had finished the morning chores before I opened my first eye. "Major, two hours and twelve minutes before the cutter probe arrives," announced Zoomer. "I suggest we suit up. I hear they are unreliable half the time," she added. "Affirm!" I yawned.
I grabbed a warm beverage and a high-fiber chew bar and pulled up the latest weather forecast. The timing of her retro burn would determine where we landed. Looking through our potential landing sites, I wondered what else to throw at Zoomer. Most of the sites were very unappealing, vanilla spots on the various oceans. There was one place that looked interesting, but it would be difficult to get to. We would have to shallow out our re-entry angle. We would splash down outside the bounds of the standard recovery corridor, but Zoomer would get extra points for that. I looked at the clock and tried to do the math in my head to figure out when the retro burn would have to happen for us to hit that particular location. I typed in my request to the Center to verify my numbers. They were close enough.
Zoomer, study
Zoomer and I got ready for the cutter probe. The probe gripped our ship and the unruly booster and separated the two. She thought this was her luckiest day ever because the maneuver went without any of the horrors she expected. Zoomer paid no attention to me and carried on with the Center and Capcom. She was exuberant because she just about had the entire check flight in the bag. I rechecked the clock, tightened my couch restraints, and started a three-minute countdown timer. I opened the cover of my right keypad, entered the first malfunction code, and pressed the exec key.
All hay broke loose. "You're losing pressure; fuel cells one and three are off-line," I announced calmly. As I increased the strain on Zoomer, a funny thing crossed my mind. Would she react like I did that one time when I refused to let my instructor take the airplane controls? The instructor said, "I have the aircraft," and I was supposed to say, "You have the aircraft," and so on. It was a proficiency training flight, and she was putting me through the usual workout. She wanted to put the craft into an unusual attitude and have me recover from it, but something snapped in me, and instead, I said, "No; why?" We both burst out laughing, but I became instantly sick to my gut over the possible consequences. Of course, she got the aircraft, and we did the training routine. Then I thought, "What if my student had done that?" For a long time, I thought I was done flying, and from then on, I never took any bun's reaction for granted.
Hopper, at the CapCom console
I watched what Zoomer would do. She declared the emergency without a flinch and asked me to work the radios. She got on with configuring the craft for immediate deorbit. Somewhere between the checklists, Zoomer looked at me with raised eyebrows once she realized we would be landing at night. She dumped our service module to be recovered by a recycling crew and proceeded with the deorbit burn. We were heading home whether we liked it or not.
It just so happened that there was a shift change at the Center and a new Capcom took over the console. "Toes, you old trickster! What are you up to? Fancy a night swim in the ocean, do you?" That was Hopper! "What are you doing there? I thought you would be on your berry farm!" I exclaimed. "I was on my way out the door, and then we heard what you did," giggled Hopper.
Bunletts on board the SeaRex
He was right. I kicked up a lot of commotion. I could just imagine the recovery crews scrambling. All the youngsters still on student status were chomping at the bit for a chance to get live rescue points and get that much closer to graduation. After all, they had to train like everybunny else, so why not let them in on the real action?
I was hoping Abby and Pancake would be listening to the Center communications. We usually try to eavesdrop on bun another when somebun is on orbit and the other on the ground. They were on a work vacation, tending to experiments like growing hydroponic carrots in seawater.
Mr. Toes
I checked on Zoomer one more time. She was still all business but seemed a bit more relaxed. She knew she was doing well. "We have a low-pressure weather system approaching our landing site, a category four cyclone," I announced, "Rog, say present position and direction of movement," acknowledged Zoomer. "It's moving fast, west, north-west and I recommend we avoid it to the northeast," I responded.
"Good grief, Toes, she won't get any points for a heart attack, you know!" Hopper chimed in, quite out of line, and continued, "Rog, Red Hop One, correct at your discretion." We needed to flatten out our trajectory just a tiny bit, half a whisker, to skip over the imagined bad weather. I felt a little jolt when Zoomer tilted our capsule just a fraction to let it produce more lift. The new trajectory would take us outside the normal recovery zone, enough to qualify our landing as "off-site." Once we stabilized, I said to Zoomer, "That's enough points for one flight." "Don't let me stop you if you need more points, Major," Zoomer cut right back.
Now there wouldn't be just ships speeding toward our landing site. At least one or two long-range SeaRex amphibian transport planes would be taking off from the nearest bases. I hoped somebun else was scrambling to pick us up too.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Charlie, Espresso and Gus Update

Hellos, Everybunny!

We went to the V.E.T on Friday. All went well. We passed our physicals and got our nails pampered. Charlie needs to ease off on the treats, maybe a quarter pound. I didn't say a word, of course. I know better. I have never seen Charlie's bad side, and I want to keep it that way.

Our ape got a long weekend and promised us all the headrubs we want. I'll make sure he delivers. I know where he keeps his shoes and stuff. I chewed through the barrier once this week and I can do it again, ... just saying.

That little feller, Gus, well, he's doing fine. As I said, I chewed through the barrier this week. He and I had some quality time together before the hoomins figured out what happened. I didn't hurt him or anything. But, oh my, the chase was excellent. Ohhhh the chase!

Well, we'll keep you posted,

Friday, May 25, 2018

Saturday, Sprocket and Sprout

"Are you sure that's going to work?"
"Hush and do as we planned, or you'll spoil the weekend!"

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

 PS: A little bit about Saturday, Sprocket and Sprout,

BORN: 2014
BREED: Satin
COLOR: Dark and lighter shades of gray
GENDER: Saturday (mom), Sprout (female) and Sprocket (male)
NOTES: Saturday and her sister Sunday came to BHRR in 2014. Two days after arrival, Saturday birthed two babies…Sprout and Sprocket. They went into foster care where they grew like weeds and bloomed. Rarely have we ever seen three more beautifully devoted bunnies than this mom and her two kids. Saturday, Sprout and Sprocket are always together…whether eating, sleeping, playing or just relaxing. They are outgoing, playful and wonderfully curious and with the right family who will work with them on their litterbox habits, they will light up your life for many, many years. Their favorite thing is when a volunteers lays down with them because in their eyes people are jungle gyms and meant for climbing on. Wouldn’t you love these three to be climbing all over you?
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Thursday, May 24, 2018


Somebun what? ... reset your password? Nope, I know nothing about that.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

 PS: A little bit about Latte,

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Lionhead
COLOR: Black

NOTES: Latte is brother to Mocha and Frappuccino…the Coffee Kids. Latte is a bit shy at first but once he knows you, he warms up and will even give you a hug. Like his sisters, he has chronic respiratory issues that sometimes require antibiotic treatments. Thankfully, Latte LOVES his meds when you know how to give them to him (we’re always happy to demonstrate) and will even ask for a hug afterwards. This beautiful soul is a star waiting to shine! He has tremendous potential to bond with a female and would be the best addition to the right family. Latte will prove to be your heart bunny if you’re willing to hand your heart over to him.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Mocha and Frappucino

Where's that hard raspberrade, hoomin? You know we hate changing servants on Wednesdays but we will!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Mocha and Frappucino,

BORN:  2011
BREED: Satin
COLOR: Black
NOTES: Shy at first but with some patience they blossom. Must be adopted by a rabbit-savvy family. Will have some recurring respiratory issues but are easily managed with antibiotics.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, May 22, 2018


Oh no, you don't say! Somebun watered your shoes? I've not idea who would do such a thing!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Arcadia,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black and White
NOTES: Arcadia was found as a stray covered with dirt and ticks. She was very timid and shy. Since her rescue and spay, she has become more curious about people and now enjoys getting love and attention from our volunteers. She needs some help with her litterbox habits but that is a minor compared to the joy and love she’ll share with you should you want to open your home and your heart to her.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Monday, May 21, 2018


Keys? What keys? No, of course I wouldn't go to the market by myself!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Shimmer,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 8 lbs
BREED: Flemish Giant Mix
COLOR:  Chinchilla

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, May 20, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 24

We wasted no time wondering why there was no bun waiting for us. Molly opened the cover to a service tunnel, crawled in and yelled, "Let's go to the Snappeh Thistle!" No bun questioned her. We were glad to have some plan to grab onto, no matter how silly. There it was, our idea for the first meal, a beverage, and a place to visit - a cheap space bar at a repair station. The medics, doctors, and bureaucrats would have to wait a little longer to get their grubby paws on us.
Looking into the kitchen
We moved through the tunnel with ease, floating along and making minimal contact with the paw rails. The iris locks sensed our advancement and opened up early enough so that we didn't have to slow down at all. Soon, we arrived at the junction connecting the tunnel to the bar. We took that turn, and shortly after, Molly was staring into the kitchen of the pub.
One by one, we egressed the tunnel, and we spooked Mick, the bar-bun. He spilled a big, dark-red blob of fluid that now drifted toward an air filter. He was too surprised to be upset as he gaped at us and lost track of his spilled beverage. Abby grabbed a cleanup hose and vacuumed up most of the blob. She handed the hose to the bar-bun and said, "Hi Mick, sorry about that; here you go; we'll seat ourselves."
Mick the bar-bun, study Mick, study
We worked our way through the kitchen very carefully. The pub was mostly deserted except for three other buns. We swooped to one of the serving stations. Determined to hold the dispensary to the last bar credit, we took up offensively defensive positions around it. Mick floated up to take our order and looked at us with squinty eyes, "Wait a minute, Toes, aren't you one of the crews that flew through that cloud of cadmium-chrono-chromium debris?" He pointed at the screen where, in fact, the news of the explosion was front and center. There were a lot more ships affected by this than I had first imagined, and the Regional Center had a difficult time coping with the catastrophe. Perhaps, that explained some of the chaos and why no bun had shown up to receive us after our docking. We nodded, and Mick disappeared in a hurry. Shortly after, the treat sampler arrived on a conveyor, and the beverages followed. Then, more food arrived. Had he mixed up our order with some bun else's? When Mick returned, he announced it was all on the house, and he was very glad to see us. "At least you've made it, not like those sorry sods," he said as he motioned with his head to the other three buns. "Did you lose anybun?" he asked. "No, we all came through," answered Ava.
I took a sip of my carrotini, and it kicked me in the gut. I think it tried to burn a hole through me. It felt good. Then, I looked at the three buns by the other dispensary, and I got chills. Two of them were students, and one was a junior instructor. The instructor was tethered to a paw rail and was out cold. His mouf was open, and his tongue was sticking out. He was floating blissfully, head down relative to the students. The students looked very frazzled and were already three sheets to the solar wind. "Where is the senior instructor?" I asked Mick, because those crews were required to have two instructors. "Not everybunny was as lucky as you were," replied the bar-bun. I gulped down another beverage. I watched as one of the students passed out.
Mick, study
I knew the emergency techs and medics would find us sooner rather than later. Misery and boredom would follow. Sure enough, as I put away my third drink, the medics and security otters filed in. "It's them, over there!" Joey belched and pointed at the three hapless buns. The otters fell for it at first but returned quickly. Well, we stuffed as many treats into our pockets as we could, and we surrendered.
The doctors and nurses worked us over very well. They were most unhappy about our diversion to the bar. We were such beautiful specimens, and now we had spoiled everything. To make matters worse, we didn't feel like playing the submissive sufferers they expected us to be. I told the docs they should be happy they got our diapers. We were tired; very tired. Unfortunately, out heads cleared way too soon; that soured out moods even more, and by then, Joey was ready to start punching out headlights. We knew that the debriefings would go on for a long time, but we were done for the day. Pancake demanded our immediate release. Once we could go to our rooms, we elected to stay together for the night, and we piled into a pod that was way too small but cozy with a nice view.
Mick and the unfortunates
I can't explain what happened next. Maybe we had reached our breaking points. Maybe we missed the woods. Joey wanted to use the litter bin, but there was only one in the pod, and Ava was already using it. Suddenly, he threw her out and tried to pull himself into the compartment. Ava would have none of that, and she smacked him. As she did that, she nicked Molly in the nose. That got Pancake upset, and she started scraping and biting. White fur floated everywhere; it was mayhem. We tried to mark our territory, and the urine droplets floated in every direction. As we peed more and more, the build-up of ammonia in the air triggered the environmental alarm. It went from amber to red, and the buzzer sounded.
Mr. Toes
Then just as suddenly as it started, the brawl came to a halt. It was the alarm that brought us back to sanity. We froze, stupefied by what happened. A bunch of very distraught orderlies showed up, bent on using force if necessary. Joey told them to back off and give us some space to calm down. His look and demeanor suggested he was about to make you eat a stogie and make you blow smoke circles out your keister. Pancake talked down everybunny and got us a new pod, a little bigger, with better facilities. The orderlies backed off and returned later with some herbal beverages to help our nerves. We accepted them. Once we got cleaned up and ready for sleep, Penny turned down the temperature almost to zero. I snuggled into the sleeping pouch and watched the outside view. As the herbs kicked in, I realized how much I missed Hopmeric. The freezing air felt good. It didn't smell like the woods in winter, but it was close enough. It soothed my primordial spirit for now.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Espresso, Charlie and Gus Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Gus is adjusting very well. No one showed looking for the poor guy, so it seems like he is staying with us. Gus recovered from his operation very well. The interesting thing is, he uses the litter bin like a pro. No more puddles of pee everywhere and no more pellets scattered all over the place. Charlie and I lost interest in marking our territories as well, so I guess we all piped down a bit.

Next Friday Charlie and I are going to the V.E.T. for a checkup and nail trim. We are expecting a routine, boring visit.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Friday, May 18, 2018

Bowie and Milo

Oh for bun's sake, what happened? Where are the treats for the weekend? Why is the ape still here?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Bowie and Milo,

BORN:  2016
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin mixes
COLOR: White & Gray/Black
GENDER:  Neutered Males
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Thursday, May 17, 2018


 That's not a bribe, that's an insult, you silly ape!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Tivoli,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 6 lbs
BREED: New Zealand White
COLOR: White

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018


 It's a what day? No no, it's "I didn't make the saaaaald big enough" day for you, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Chianti,

BORN: 2014
WEIGHT: 6 lbs
BREED: New Zealand
GENDER: Spayed Female

NOTES: Came from a breeder in Indiana. One of 400 rabbits rescued from hording situation. Is very sweet and curious. A little nervous about being picked up. Does great if you get down to her level. Likes to dig. Loves treats. Would do well as a bond. Needs lots of love and attention. Will need help with little box.

 The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Pancake and Flapjack

 Maybe we saw something, maybe we didn't.  Carrot remember now.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pancake and Flapjack,

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: White/Brown
GENDER: Spayed Female/Neutered Male - BONDED PAIR!

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Monday, May 14, 2018


Nope, no sir, not coming out today. See me tomorrow.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Bradbury,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Florida White
COLOR:  White
GENDER:  Male (to be neutered before adoption)

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, May 13, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 23

My hearing returned first. The ear is a simpler, more mechanical organ than the eye, so we register sound faster than sight. Not that it made much difference in my case. At first, I couldn't understand anything I was hearing. I heard a lot of ringing and humming in the background, and that noise was very slow to go away. Somebun was speaking, "Jahoppy One, Jahoppy One, do you read?" By the time I made sense of it, somebun else spoke up in a rough, tired voice, "Loud and clear, Jahoppy One." Joey? Was it Joey? "Jahoppy One, state your emergency; souls on board?" that other voice asked. "Six on board; four unresponsive, still assessing; stand by, Jahoppy One." Penny? Was that our little Penny? "Rog," said the other voice; that had to be the Center.
"Toes here. I think I'm OK," I forced my dry mouf to mumble into the intercom. "Pancake, are you OK?" I was pretty sure that was Penny again. I heard the clanky sounds of some helmets making contact. Penny had to be out of her couch and checking on everybun.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I can't see yet," responded Pancake. Abby, Molly, and Ava checked in shortly after.
Hopmeric's hair, Joey in the background
I started noticing some colors. They were blurry and pale at first. I wanted to rub my eyes with my paws, but I couldn't. I still had my helmet on and those thick gloves. Of course, it could have been worse. My nose could have been inching. I blinked a lot and hoped that would clear my eyes. There was a lot of grunting and cussing on the intercom as Penny made her rounds and we tried to come to grips with being alive.
Finally, I understood one of the reasons why all the colors I saw were fuzzy and diluted. The visor was fogged up. That meant the life support system in my suit went out for a while, but for how long? I noticed that the CO level was decreasing now. It was below the red zone and dropping. How long did it stay in the red? As the air in my helmet dried up, my visor display started tracking my eyes and responding to commands. I wanted to check the ship's life support system. The pressure was within limits on the low end of the scale; it was slowly rising to the proper level.
"Abby? Abby!" I called out, "... do you think we've got enough pressure to take off the suits?"
"I don't know, I still see fuzzy," came back Abby. "I think we're OK," offered Pancake. Then, Molly added, "Stay put for now. It looks like we had lost pressure at some point, that's why it's building back up. This poor thing is trying to heal itself. And we still have to run a full propulsion test."
Penny checking up on everybunny
Since Joey was the most coherent of us, he talked to the Center and kept them updated on our situation. We could pick whatever space-route we wanted to whatever hub would suit us the best. Space was ours.
Now my stomach was letting me know how unhappy it felt. I was mad about not being able to throw up. Then I was glad that I couldn't because I would probably drown in my own puke, right in my helmet. So I relaxed as much as I could and watched the different diagnostic checks my visor was displaying. Everything was coming back in green.
As I ran the tests, it occurred to me that surviving our experiment presented quite the dilemma. A while back, I had heard about a horror story somebun wrote. A lagomorph was to be killed on the order of a warren council, but before the killing, he or she was allowed to have a last, fancy meal, no matter how extravagant, courtesy of the council. I don't know what the motivation was behind that scene, why the warren decided to off somebun, or why they would offer that dinner. I remember being very upset by the whole production as if it was a real thing. Was the warren trying to hedge their bets somehow, to appease the condemned bun, take the edge off their guilt or something? I could never make it all add up. Anyway, now it hit me that we had flipped that story. According to some calculations, we shouldn't be here. Did the transformation we just underwent count as death and rebirth? Since we were coming back to life, what should we have for our FIRST meal? What about the first beverage? The very first time around, when we were tiny, the first meal was very simple. Usually, it was mom's milk or else. But now we had a chance for a do-over. We squandered the first opportunity for it after our picnic trip went sideways. Today we could do it right.
Looing out into the hub
Something started to float right in front of my left eye and interrupted my train of thought. I got spooked a little, but it turned out to be just a ladybug. She was inside my helmet. Probably got lost and got stuck there during our evening dinner alfresco. She ... was it a she? She had a little clump of bright, orange hair stuck to one of her legs. She was very still, and I thought she didn't make it. But when she hit the inside of my bubble, she came to life and gripped the slick, glassy surface of the visor with her legs and marched out of sight. She took the orange hair with her. Maybe she was that tiny bit of good luck we needed to sway fate our way?
"Major? Are you still with us?" I heard Abby just in time to stop my mind from wandering away again.
"I'm here."
"Good, we are deciding who's going to test what parts of the propulsion and control systems. What do you want?" Abby asked.
I picked the reaction-control. Again, to our surprise, nothing blew up. We used the tests to set our course for the nearest hub. Our old tub headed for the repair station under its own power! At last, we could take off the helmets, and it felt great. Everybunny got to throw off the gloves and rub their eyes. It didn't help much.
Mr. Toes
Docking with the hub was the last major hurdle we had to face. If our airlock couldn't get a good, clean seal, we would have to do an EBA to enter the hub. Usually, that's not a big deal, but this time it felt insurmountable. So we waited, half suited up, wishing the time away.
When the moment of truth arrived, our ship docked, the airlock pressurized and we could barely wait for the hatch to open. We discarded the rest of the suits with pleasure. Molly was so excited that she started thumping. It looked comical at first. Her feet were windmilling as she floated in front of the hatch. Then, I realized how unfunny it was. We were on the brink of complete exhaustion and helplessness. We have had enough, yet we had to open the heavy hatch ourselves. I thought it was strange that no bun on the other side tried to help us. We expected at least the rescue personnel to be waiting for us. There was no bun.