Hello. It's Belinda.
Last week I told you about a situation going on here at home.
Actually the situation was happening down here. On the bottom level.
Which is "supposed" to belong to Little Fang and me.
The air was smoky outside and I guess my roommate worried it would come indoors. So she set up an air purifier gizmo across the room from my work area.
Fine by me. It wasn't loud at all.
But then she pulled a fast one.
First, she put an exercise pen next to Little Fang's pen. Then she carried the English down from the bedroom level.
Next thing you know he's looking over here through the bars of the pen. "Making eyes" at my stash.
It's no secret that I don't get along with the English. It's not my fault.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were fine. "No drama."
I assume he was napping but I have no idea.
I was busy with important matters. Working on hay reports under the utility sink.
I refused to look in his direction. But I did keep one ear "on alert."
A few hours after dinner, my roommate placed a sleeping mat on the floor. She added blankets and a pillow.
She gave each of us a snacker, then turned off the light.
Soon I heard her settle into her bedding.
"Isn't this nice, bunnies?"
The room was quiet for a minute or so. Then the snoring started.
Oh brother.
I walked to my sleeping rug and flopped. I turned my back to her but it didn't make a difference.
I'm sorry to gossip but my roommate sounded like an air horn.
Just when I decided to "retreat" upstairs for the night, to sleep in the living room, I heard a second noise.
If you live with a rabbit like the English you will understand what I'm going to say next.
It was the sound of trouble. Of a rabbit making trouble.
First I heard a soft "clink."
Then I heard metal scraping the floor.
The English was moving his exercise pen. He was trying to escape.
If he succeeded, I knew what would happen next. He would make a "beeline" straight to my stash.
You can imagine what that would be like. The clamor.
I'm not going to sit back while he raids my loops.
But if I chase him around in the dark, both of us crashing into the dryer and pens, I'll be the one who gets into trouble. Ask me how I know.
This was running through my mind as he nudged the metal with his shoulder. I had to do something fast before he somehow got loose.
Keep in mind that, this entire time, my roommate's snores were blaring like a cruise ship.
There was only one solution.
I made my way across the floor to my roommate's sleeping pad.
I carefully lay down beside her right leg. My face was about two feet from the English's pen. Which he was chewing.
"Stop that." I said it in a low voice.
The pen suddenly went quiet.
Then I told him that if he touched, rattled, chewed or pushed the pen again, I would hit my roommate's leg and wake her up.
I said a few other things too. Let's leave it at that.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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