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msfledermaus(Again, with help from Matt and Shamu the Bunneh.)
When we last left our story, we had one nice Australian lady, one set of wrist warmers in tropical colors, One Prime Minister, and a small fluffy bunneh. And me! The wrist-warmers had gone astray in the mail, and what was originally meant for the nice Australian lady ended up in the office of the Prime Minister of Australia, who agreed to send them off to the intended recipient. Instead of mailing them, however, he grabbed the first government employee he found, and ordered her to pack her things for a journey into the desert. After donning the requisite Uniform of Running Around Outside--Funny hat, khaki shorts, short-sleeved shirt with pockets full of little metal things and one large knife, and a large poking stick for keeping horrible biting things away--the government worker, now known as Nice Aussie Lady #2, set off with the wrist-warmers in a pouch at her waist, muttering with annoyance...
Shamu the Bunny was also very annoyed. "I would so be useful in making this delivery, if I wasn't already tied up with the Mystery of the New Couch, which requires all of my mental faculties. Is it a friend? A foe? Something I can jump on? Are there raisins on it?". For indeed, there was a new couch, beautiful to behold and very soft,but not at all like the Harvest Gold Love-Seat that he had commandeered with such verve. The new couch puzzled him with it's size and newness and un-rabbit-like scent. Shamu nervously marked it with his cheeks, just to show the interloper that this was His Turf, and the new couch better not forget it...
Meanwhile, Nice Aussie Lady #2 trudged through the wide expanses of Australia, checking her GPS and still muttering. "Yeah, we could have just done a Fed Ex run, but noooooooo, we have to have ME deliver the damn things by hand. Wool things. In summer. I've quit better jobs than this..."
Will #2 Australian Lady stop grumbling, or just drop dead from heat exhaustion? Will Shamu get used to the new couch, or will he try to rabbit-punch it into submission? Will the Prime Minister realize that he could have just forwarded the stupid box? And what about the dingos, already? Tune in next time, for yet another installment of...The Mystery of the Dingo-Strangling Wrist-Warmers!!
When we last left our story, we had one nice Australian lady, one set of wrist warmers in tropical colors, One Prime Minister, and a small fluffy bunneh. And me! The wrist-warmers had gone astray in the mail, and what was originally meant for the nice Australian lady ended up in the office of the Prime Minister of Australia, who agreed to send them off to the intended recipient. Instead of mailing them, however, he grabbed the first government employee he found, and ordered her to pack her things for a journey into the desert. After donning the requisite Uniform of Running Around Outside--Funny hat, khaki shorts, short-sleeved shirt with pockets full of little metal things and one large knife, and a large poking stick for keeping horrible biting things away--the government worker, now known as Nice Aussie Lady #2, set off with the wrist-warmers in a pouch at her waist, muttering with annoyance...
Shamu the Bunny was also very annoyed. "I would so be useful in making this delivery, if I wasn't already tied up with the Mystery of the New Couch, which requires all of my mental faculties. Is it a friend? A foe? Something I can jump on? Are there raisins on it?". For indeed, there was a new couch, beautiful to behold and very soft,but not at all like the Harvest Gold Love-Seat that he had commandeered with such verve. The new couch puzzled him with it's size and newness and un-rabbit-like scent. Shamu nervously marked it with his cheeks, just to show the interloper that this was His Turf, and the new couch better not forget it...
Meanwhile, Nice Aussie Lady #2 trudged through the wide expanses of Australia, checking her GPS and still muttering. "Yeah, we could have just done a Fed Ex run, but noooooooo, we have to have ME deliver the damn things by hand. Wool things. In summer. I've quit better jobs than this..."
Will #2 Australian Lady stop grumbling, or just drop dead from heat exhaustion? Will Shamu get used to the new couch, or will he try to rabbit-punch it into submission? Will the Prime Minister realize that he could have just forwarded the stupid box? And what about the dingos, already? Tune in next time, for yet another installment of...The Mystery of the Dingo-Strangling Wrist-Warmers!!
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Date: 2009-06-05 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 04:00 pm (UTC)*stifles small sob*
It was a good friend, but it was getting worn out and beat up. It was time...but I miss it, a little.
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Date: 2009-06-05 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 03:46 pm (UTC)Being a mover, I know the power of a couch coming through the door.
Many animals will run and hide.
You have a very brave bunny.
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Date: 2009-06-06 04:02 pm (UTC)So, I'm guessing he's okay with the couch now:)
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Date: 2009-06-08 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-08 01:45 pm (UTC)You are funny-good. I like you long-time...
Hey, ya wanna help me make an art-book about vampires? You do, I can feel it from here!