We decided we will sneak down to the basement again. I wasn't too crazy about it, but the girls were all for it, including Abby, so I said "what the heck, they are a good gang for adventures like this".
“You know what, Mr. Toes?” asked Suzy. We just need to prepare a little better for the next trip. Maybe we won't get it perfect, but we'll get closer. “Mr. Toes, come here for a sec. I have an idea, ” continued Suzy. Abby was getting very curious, we all were. I came a little closer. Suzy went on, “you could use a little bit of strength training” and she swung around and jumped on my back, clutching me pretty tightly. “Ok, now give 3 laps around the room. Common, I'm not joking, get with it!” she carried. We all looked stunned. I looked at Abby and Molly, hoping to get “rescued” from this, but they just stood there, stupefied like myself. “Are you serious?!?” I asked.
“Sure am mister. Get going, time's awasting. Oh look! A cougar! It's gonna get us if you don't move!” yelled Suzy.
Sigh…, what's a bun to do? I got going,
hopping with Suzy on my back, going
around the room 3 times like she ordered.
To be honest, I could feel it in my paws right after we got done. I knew I would be sore later. Maybe she was right?
When we got done and I was again able to breath like a normal bun, Abby asked, 'has anybunny read “A Bunstronaut's Guide To Life On Earth”?'
“A what?” asked Molly.
“Hm... no?,” continued Abby, “I think we need to read it. You never know what can come in handy and save your skin when you least expect it.”
We looked at each other and I said,
“Sure, why not, can't
hurt, you might be on to something as well. ” I have to admit, we are way off the “reasonable” reservation. We're making it up as we go along, so anybunny sharing their experience of achieving “the unthinkable” might be helpful.
“Yes, let's read it”
If Abby and Molly thought we were done with calisthenics for the day, they were wrong. Each one gave Suzy a ride around the room a few times. Afterwards, Suzy dispatched us to make tea, grab some bunneh approved digestive biscuits and try to find the book. While we did that, she went on to torment herself on an improvised stair climber. Up and down, up and down, up and down she went. To be honest, we didn't expect that. She was rather serious.
So we sat and read, and sipped, and nomed in silence broken only by the sounds of crunching treats.
“Guys, I think you need to try to throw me off my game,”
I said. You know, try to
scare or startle me. I think it would be helpful. Abby looked at me and grinned. Will do, Mr. Toes… will do.
As the late afternoon approached we had to get ready for our hoomins to come home. We’ve put everything away like it was. Mostly. I kept the book and hoped no one would notice. When we were done with the evening performance of “cute bunnehs” and hoomins called it a night, I sneaked a few more pages. That’s ok, I’ll gladly re-read them with the girls tomorrow. I nodded off wondering if a bun can become a bunstronaut.
- Thank you Renee!
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