|Gus, "Hoomin, you're plotting something."|
|Gus, "We're waiting for the V. E. T., aren't we!?"|
|Gus, "In the wreckage of my bunship."|
Welcome to Buntober, or is Hoptober? Either way - 'tis the season for all scary things, like Gus refusing cookies one dark morning this week. He came around with some help from his hoomin but earned himself a trip to the V. E. t. this morning.
It's almost time for his regular checkup anyway, so his mood change is as good an excuse as any.
Everything turned out OK, and Gus got a clean bill of health. A sample of his "raisins" is going to the lab, and we should hear about the results next week.
We'll keep you posted,