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This story is loosely based on real events and characters...very, very loosely. And heavily embellished. As in the people all have two legs--and the rabbit has four...
Once upon a time, a Maus with a bad, bad knitting habit knit some very pretty wrist-warmers, made with Australian Merino Wool. Oddly enough, a lady in Deepest Australia thought they were pretty too, and bought them from Mausi's Etsy account. The Maus was pleased no end, and wrapped them up in pretty paper and ribbons to send to the nice Australian Lady. Alas, alackaday and goddammit, however, they did not get to their destination in a timely fashion, which made the Maus and the Australian Lady a bit pouty...
"Let ME go to Australia," piped up Shamu in his loudest voice (which isn't very loud). "I've solved lots of mysteries, including 'What the heck is that under the bed?' and 'I bet there's hay in that bag!'." Maus knew something about the history of Australia though, and decided introducing yet another bunny - a Jersey Wooley no less - would be a disaster that would global repercussions. 'Eat yer hay,helpful bunneh.' said the Maus. And Shamu did. Nom nom nom...
Happily, after several days of pouting, when all looked doubtful and a refund was issued, Ms Mausi-Maus Maus got an e-mail from the Prime Minister of Australia himself. He wrote that he'd gotten a funny package in the mail with ribbons and pretty paper. After checking it out to make sure it wasn't booby-trapped with gunpowder and bubble-gum, and noting that the gloves were just too small for him to wear himself, he looked at the addressee label and read the very personal note. He realized the package was for the lady who used to live in the Big Important Building before he did. He added that he would be delighted to forward it to the Australian Lady to whom it was originally meant for, even though the tropical colors really pleased him and perhaps he might like a jaunty beret in that color, please...
"*I* would have found the wrist warmers," shouted Shamu, "*I* would have figured out it was the Evil Prime Minster who owned the amusement park. Why didn't you let ME go?" Shamu quickly fell back asleep, while the Maus finished up her email conversation with the Prime Minister.
The Maus was delighted to hear that the wristwarmers had indeed made it to Deepest Australia, and later wrote off a new e-mail to the Australian Lady, with spelling help from Shamu, who really was a helpful little guy when it came to spelling, nibbling and organic gardening. "Give me a new address, dear lady, and I can make sure your glovies get to you quickly and well!" Wrote the Maus...
Did the lady write back? Will the Prime Minister stretch out the gloves from trying them on himself? What about the dingos? Will Shamu ever get a Sherlock Holmes Hat, like he wanted?
Tune in soonish, for the answers to these and other important questions....
Once upon a time, a Maus with a bad, bad knitting habit knit some very pretty wrist-warmers, made with Australian Merino Wool. Oddly enough, a lady in Deepest Australia thought they were pretty too, and bought them from Mausi's Etsy account. The Maus was pleased no end, and wrapped them up in pretty paper and ribbons to send to the nice Australian Lady. Alas, alackaday and goddammit, however, they did not get to their destination in a timely fashion, which made the Maus and the Australian Lady a bit pouty...
"Let ME go to Australia," piped up Shamu in his loudest voice (which isn't very loud). "I've solved lots of mysteries, including 'What the heck is that under the bed?' and 'I bet there's hay in that bag!'." Maus knew something about the history of Australia though, and decided introducing yet another bunny - a Jersey Wooley no less - would be a disaster that would global repercussions. 'Eat yer hay,helpful bunneh.' said the Maus. And Shamu did. Nom nom nom...
Happily, after several days of pouting, when all looked doubtful and a refund was issued, Ms Mausi-Maus Maus got an e-mail from the Prime Minister of Australia himself. He wrote that he'd gotten a funny package in the mail with ribbons and pretty paper. After checking it out to make sure it wasn't booby-trapped with gunpowder and bubble-gum, and noting that the gloves were just too small for him to wear himself, he looked at the addressee label and read the very personal note. He realized the package was for the lady who used to live in the Big Important Building before he did. He added that he would be delighted to forward it to the Australian Lady to whom it was originally meant for, even though the tropical colors really pleased him and perhaps he might like a jaunty beret in that color, please...
"*I* would have found the wrist warmers," shouted Shamu, "*I* would have figured out it was the Evil Prime Minster who owned the amusement park. Why didn't you let ME go?" Shamu quickly fell back asleep, while the Maus finished up her email conversation with the Prime Minister.
The Maus was delighted to hear that the wristwarmers had indeed made it to Deepest Australia, and later wrote off a new e-mail to the Australian Lady, with spelling help from Shamu, who really was a helpful little guy when it came to spelling, nibbling and organic gardening. "Give me a new address, dear lady, and I can make sure your glovies get to you quickly and well!" Wrote the Maus...
Did the lady write back? Will the Prime Minister stretch out the gloves from trying them on himself? What about the dingos? Will Shamu ever get a Sherlock Holmes Hat, like he wanted?
Tune in soonish, for the answers to these and other important questions....
