Today for you, a short tale of a Rabbit named Rodney:
Rodney Rabbit lived alongside the stream that ran between Mr. Jones' and Mr. Smith's property.
Rodney's comfy home was in the bottom of a huge, mature oak tree that grew alongside the stream's bank. He had a main floor living level and an upstairs level where his cozy bedroom and ensuite bath were located. Bet you didn't know reader that rabbits has ensuite bathrooms.
Now you do.
Rodney loved rising early on warm summer mornings to take his mug of carrot coffee and slice of buttered carrot bread outdoors. He sat on a slatted wooden chair he has just painted sunshine yellow and placed his coffee and treat on a wooden tree stump he had fashioned into a table next to the chair. Rodney looked across the little stream and marveled- as he always did, at the beauty of the scene laid out before him.
Bunches of wild daises grew here and there along the stream's banks. Mother Nature knew just how to place her flowers. Rodney sighed.
"So very pretty. She's such a gardener!"
He reached for his mug with the maple lead emblazoned on the side. He took a sip.
Nothing like a good, hot carrot coffee in the morning. Life is good.
Off in the distance he could hear the Robins and Goldfinches chattering in the meadow. Both families had offspring now and he delighted in the feathered chatter. Some mornings Mrs. Robin would bring her new brood down to visit Rodney. They'd sit on the patch of bright green grass just in front of Rodney's Oak Tree home. He always kept a supply of fresh worms in a galvanized bucket inside his garden shed at the rear of the oak. He delighted in seeing the little Robins eat their fill while he and Mrs. Robin chatted about this and that and shared news from the banks of the stream or the middle of the meadow.
Just the other morning Mrs. Robin had some delightful news.
"Mr. and Mrs. Goldfinch are thinking of flying over to Derryville tomorrow. I said I'd look after her twins. They're no trouble at all."
"That's nice of you. Very nice of you."-says Rodney. "It's good to get away from time to time even though we have the loveliest stream and meadow in the county! Why even in this whole western province of British Columbia!"
Mrs. Robin tweeted her agreement. "Oh I think so too. We are so lucky- aren't we Mr. Rabbit? I mean look we could live in Ontario with that dipshit Ford as Premier or that rattlesnake Kenny.
"Truer words..."- says Rodney as he washed down a mouthful of bread with a sip of carrot coffee.
Rodney smiled as he remembered Mrs. Robin's words from a couple of mornings ago.
What a nice lady and a Liberal Robin too sporting the loveliest of red breasts.
He took another sip of carrot coffee and a wee bite of carrot bread.
All was right with his stream, his meadow, his Oak Tree Home and life in general...
The End.
