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Date: Wed, 8 Jan 1997 03:01:01 -0500
From: Cristina Forbes
Subject: Secret Agent Double-O-Chark
To: Multiple recipients of list PETBUNNY
You want to know what I did? HA-HA. Mom put this big box,
marked "Pet Products", in our room. I've been watching
it and watching like a hawk, er... like a clandestine Spy Bun,
let's say. Mom thought Ashy and I wouldn't bother this big,
rather sweet-smelling box. She told Daddy, "The boys don't
like timothy hay, so we can leave the cardboard box in their
play area." Are humans DENSE or what? HA.
When Mom wasn't around, Ashy and I donned our London Fog raincoats
(we groomed our grey fur down smooth to dull the shine and prevent
detection) and our Fedoras (ears laid down in sneaky position)
then we hopped cautiously through The Secret Passageway (behind our
pen) toward the box. Ashy pulled out his safe-cracking kit (sharp
"toofees") and started munching a corner of the box. He soon made
a hole big enough for him to slip inside. A quick flash of his white
tail in the darkness, and I realized he'd penetrated the fortress.
Once inside, he started digging... a bit too loudly. Oops! Mommy
heard a digging noise and came to see what was happening. -SILENCE-
She didn't see us. We were hiding in the shadows. Whew! Close call...
TEE-HEE.
When she left, we bunny burglers initiated Operation Quick Snarf.
Ashy started pushing the hay toward the hole and I pulled it through
the opening and into The Secret Passageway. Within minutes, *all*
the timothy hay which was once safely tucked away inside this 3-foot
high box was dragged out, yes, out onto the carpet. HA-HA!
Mommy came in to find all the timothy on the carpet. Darn, BUSTED!!!
"Charcoal is buried under timothy hay!"
She called Daddy, thinking that he was going to scold us and pick it
all up, but he *didn't*. I was hiding under a pile of timothy, hoping
he wouldn't notice the jet black tips of my ears poking through the
mat of hay covering my head. Daddy looked at me with tenderness (a
double agent?). To avoid blowing our cover, we began munching
the hay (Yuck - it sure ain't alfalfa). It worked! He told Mommy
that it was the most perfect way to get us to eat timothy, so now it
remains all over the floor and we have a new (very empty) box in
which to play. =:3 YIIPPPIIIIEEE!
Mommy is crossing her fingers that the landlord never comes in...
She signed the lease and did not see the "No pets" clause until it
was way too late, when she had 4 bunnies. HAR-HAR.
Operation Quick Snarf was a smashing success!
Secret Agent Double-O-Chark
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