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Gus |
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Bun evening, Everybun!
Charlie is still a little cross after yesterday's V.E.T. visit. She still likes to hide and run away from the hoomin even though she knows he's got her favorite cookies or berries. At least she gladly takes a snacker while hiding in one of her bundos. She didn't even want to hang around the art room last night, where she would typically try to get him for all the treats he's got.
Maybe it's because the hoomin confused the poop out of us last night when he got the urge to art very late, and way past his and our bedtime. We snatched whatever yammies we could and bolted for our night spot.
We had to leave him to his own devices because nobunny wanted to argue at that hour whether our works were living up to the expectations of the "Surrealist Bunifesto," or were we veering off to our own "Bunrealist Manifesto!?"
I'm OK with either one, except the "man" part of the "manifesto." Any creature, even a squirrel, would do a better job. How could you not love a "Squirrelifesto!?"
Good night and good luck!
- Gus