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Missie's Diary: Sympathy for the
rabbit.
“Jesus, these people are stupid, they
don't even understand the basic game of small animal juggling. It's a
Friday night, they're all drinking red stuff and sitting on couches
in the warm room looking half dead. Why wouldn't I do them a favour
and try to liven things up? So all I do is bring in a baby rabbit and
drop it on the kitchen floor. You'd have thought I'd brought in an
improvised explosives device, talk about over react, I was just
giving them the opportunity to play some indoor sports and socialise
a bit. So what do they do? They shout at each other, chase me out of
the house and then corner the poor rabbit, attacking it with kitchen
implements, broom handles and mops. No wonder it dives under the
cupboard and refuses to come out, that's a nice welcome to give a
visitor. It's like some scene from a Frankenstein movie with the ignorant peasants going nuts with torches and pitchforks. They seem to have only two
settings, asleep and angry mob, pathetic really, I don’t think
they'll ever amount to much. Anyway I don't know what happened next I
went back out and enjoyed some night time smells, overheard owl tales
and did some strutting. I wonder when they'll jack up the nerve to
try to apply some more of that Savlon stuff to me again?”
Clint's Diary: WTF.
“Things are getting worse, I'm
upstairs, trying to sleep on my bed, the one they sometimes borrow
and she comes running in and picks up that annoying plastic hair
dryer thing. Then she goes downstairs, so I follow, just to take a
peek. God Almighty, she's firing it off at a poor stunned baby rabbit
that's hiding under a cupboard like she's Dog the Bounty Hunter, WTF?
How's the rabbit supposed to react to that? Don't humans understand the innocent fun of animal blood sports and the related normal social niceties? This place is screwy, I'm going back to bed.”
Anna's Diary: Stoned again.
“I fell off that bloody couch arm
again or did that bitch push me? No zero tolerance around here. I don't remember much about anything really, those drugs they
keep slipping me in the prawns are really messing with my head but
they've got me well hooked now. Still it's five star bed and board with endless narcotics for free and those other two dummies keep them
distracted most of the time bringing in their little furries and feathers. It
means I can enjoy my sweet dreams, sniff the radiator and silently
dribble anywhere I like. Nice.”