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| Charlie, "Oh, humbug! What? Too late for that? Thump then!" |
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| Gus, "That midnight nannerini better be good and stiff like a green bunnana!" |
Bun morning, Everybun!
We're not sure what to wear tonight. We may not even go to the art room for any celebrations. And we're weary about any "welcomings" this time around. We tried to be good sports last time, and what happened!?
Xactly! Besides, we try to celebrate at least twice a day, and it's always some kind of "Thanksgiving" around here. "Oh, look! Charlie's in the bin, digging through hay! Oh, look! Gussy is all tucks-out, stretched out, looking like an otter!" Do you catch our drift?
On top of that, we've been enjoying a blast of something icy since last night. Yes, it feels like a really new season or something. So the hoomin reports. Oh yeah, he went for a little run this morning and came back like a popsicle, all giddy, onning about how some trees really look like it's winter.
And now - back to napping. Naps don't nap themselves, you know!
Hoppy New Year's Eve!
- Gus and Charlie












