Chapter 69 - The Sounds of Silence
Enzo and Merlot watched Dad set down their breakfast tray. He gave them each a rub on their nose and left. Not a word was spoken.
Things had been unusually quiet at the House of Buns for the past couple of days. Normally, it only got this quiet was when Dad was away. When he was home, the air was filled with him singing silly bunny songs or talking to the bunnies. But the last couple of days, no words were spoken. No “good mornings.” No “love yous.”
Merlot looked at Enzo and asked, “Is something wrong with Dad? He’s not talking to us. Is he mad at us?” Enzo had wondered the same thing, but said, “I don’t tink so. He still give us nose bump.”
After breakfast, Enzo ran over to the couch for treats. Instead of sitting on the floor eating breakfast, Dad was laying on the couch. Not moving. Enzo stood up on his back feet and put his front paws on the couch and looked at Dad. He thought, “Dad, you OK?”
Dad felt Enzo’s paws against the couch and opened his eyes. He knew Enzo wanted treats, so he reached over and grabbed the treat platter off of the table and set it down on the floor. While Enzo was nibbling on the treats, the phone rang. He overheard Dad whisper, “My throat hurts. I can’t eat. I can’t talk. It’s a long weekend. I can’t wait until Tuesday.” There was long a pause. Then he said, “OK. Thanks.” He hung up.
Merlot came running over for treats. She asked, “Did you find out what’s wrong with Dad?” Enzo nodded and replied, “Ya. I tink he sick. He not talk.” Merlot suggested, “We should take him to the vet like he does with us when we are sick!” Enzo replied, “Ya, but how?” Merlot shrugged. She didn’t know. That was above her pay grade. She nibbled on some treats.
A little while later, Dad got up from the couch and got dressed. Without his voice, he had resorted to communicating with the rabbits the way they communicate with each other – with physical actions. He went over to Enzo and Merlot and gave them a nose bump and headed out the door.
Enzo understood. He looked at Merlot and said, “I tink Dad take hisself to da vet now.” Merlot said, “Oh, good.” The sounds of silence were nice, but they preferred to hear Dad’s voice.
Dad resorts to rabbit language to communicate when he loses his voice.
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