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Tales are told of Dr. Kevorkey-Bun, who comes help rabbits who despair of life to end their lives. Dr.Kevorkey-Bun only comes when called. But the position is fiercely competitive. Often, huge battles are fought for the right to carry the title and fulfill the function. The reign of a Dr.Kevorkey-Bun may last only minutes, or it may actually last weeks or (rarely) months. During the week of November 11-17, 1996, the following (among many others) Dr. Kevorkey-Buns ruled:
As you can see from the above list, the post of Dr. K-Bun (as he/she is familiarly called) is not secure. Many rabbits (and yes--Dr. K-Bun is ALWAYS a rabbit) adopt favorite traditional names on assuming the role of Dr.K-Bun. They feel this might bring them luck. Sad to say--it's not worked out this way so far!
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Though herself a rabbit, and challenged due to her having only one eye (she'd look rather piratical, with an eyepatch, a colorful red bandanna, and a sabre--but actually, she wears her ears so that one flops down over her empty eye socket, sort of like Hare-Bunica Lake! She wears tasteful frocks from the Bun Marche, Bunwit Teller, or Nieman-Harecus. She has occasionally worn attire from Hare-Ods in London, and she used to shop at the Bun-Heur des Dames in Paris. During her travels, Delilah usually flies through Chicago, allowing her to stop at O-Hare Air Port----Delilah actually favors a sort of Dior look like Audrey Hepbun--little black cocktail dresses for miles, with ooh-so-high spike heels. She feels this kind of outfit looks especially fitting in an airport waiting lounge. When she can, of course, she will also don a hat with a veil, all in sensible black. And gloves haven't gone out of style for her) Delilah is at the same time the cruelest enemy ever born of the clan of stuffed bunnies. She always is devising devious and cruel punishments and tortures for those poor souls! Why, just last Christmas she cruelly tricked them, and confiscated all of their ears. Imagine, hosts and legions of stuffed bunnies without ears, unable to wiggle them, unable to hear, their cuteness lost (or at least marred severely), why death were merciful.
But Delilah had not studied her calendar. She did not note that, when she took the ears, her plot would be quickly reversed, for shortly after Christmas follows NEW EARS DAY! Needless to say, all of the stuffed bunnies were quickly made whole again. Of course, another year the trick was on the bunnies. That goddess who delivers new ears on New Ears Day was getting a bit hard of hearing. So she brought each earless bunny GNU EARS. My, but they did look silly!
Another time, Delilah built a sweet cottage, using wonderful fresh vegetables. She covered the roof in cabbage, and built the walls from stalks of celery and bunches of carrots. She made it just as fresh and inviting as possible, hoping to lure inside the bunnies who customarily trundled past her place in the great woods. And inside of it, she placed a great, fearsome oven, planning to push the wandering bunnies into it as they stopped to browse at her cottage. Of course, things didn't work out so well. Delilah was ambushed by some wandering hares--and pushed into her own oven! My, but she just barely escaped!
But Delilah will NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY.Latest plot from the nefarious Delilah? She has taken a number of smaller stuffed bunnies, and reprogrammed them AS ASSASSINS! She is sending them out into the world to "do in" the larger stuffed bunnies! Delilah's scheme? To skin the stuffed bunnies and have them made into bathmats and fuzzy toilet seat covers. She has hordes of small bunnies at work on her production lines (where they must labor 18 hours daily to the punishing strains of Philip Glass's music). Often, her workers are driven "over the edge" and elect to end their lives. They are then immediately placed on the production lines and achieve their brief immortality as bath mats! What ignominy! And at Christmas time too! Delilah has not been content with this once-only conversion. She has established a parallel production line, with thousands and thousands of stuffed bunnies laboring at it, which takes old bathmats, toilet seat covers, and chenille bathrobes and bedspreads, and converts THEM into stuffed bunnies!
As of Autumn, 1999, Delilah has opened a new "operation" (and--indeed--just in time for the millennium, you could say!) She has opened a Hollywood office as an agent, who supplies small mammal actors for true-life adventure documentaries. Her specialty, of course, is just that sort of extremely cute bunny you so often see on National Geographic and other specials, being pursued by drooling carnivores. She has quite a client turnover, of course, as her actors very seldom emerge completely unscathed from their acting jobs.
Watch out, if you see a very cute, very small stuffed bunny! It may be one of Delilah's gang!
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Throughout Western Washington, in many a quaint and curious community, there stand a wonderful series of Salad-Bar restaurants. Each is known as "Ma Bunny's Place." You can find these delightful establishments in Cle Elum, Humptulips, Enumclaw, Twisp, Moses Lake, and Coalville, among other communities. They're well worth visiting!
The "specialite de la maison," as it were, is always the salad bar. Picture, if you would, crisp lettuce and crunchy celery, radishes and beets galore, parsley and cabbage and brussels sprouts by the bushel, carrots and watercress enough to make you swoon, and all such other likewise wholesome greenery.
But Ma Bunny doesn't cater exclusively to the veggy-lover in all of us. No, certain nights each month she prepares "Predator Specials." These consist of curried coyote, wilted wolf, bear beranaise, lion with legumes, bobcat under glass, etc. Ma Bunny's normal clientele--rabbits--heartily applauds her creative cuisine.
The Guide Michelin obviously gives Ma Bunny's Place restaurants its highest ratings, *******!
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Bosco was laid as an egg in the light well of the Oceanography Teaching Building, by a careless mother. She dutifully laid and hatched her eggs, but was unable to get the babies out of the light well. Human intervention saved all but poor Bosco, who perished there. Smedley, sad to say, was run over in the parking lot beside the Health Sciences "I" Wing. Glaumus and O-Cedar (he whose favorite heavenly motto is "O-Cedar Makes Your Life Easier") disappeared into the vastnesses of Portage Bay one Spring morning.
Minneapolis and St. Paul were abandoned at a very tender age by their cruel mothers, and perished seeking substitute maternal sustenance. Fibber and Molley, adult Mallards, were crushed by speeders on Boat Street. Albert was last noticed as a huddled mass of lifeless feathers beside that same street, perhaps 2 years later. An honorary inhabitant of ducky heaven is poor Smigby, a bunny we briefly owned in the early 1980's. His life was all too short, as he died of trauma after being frightened by a barking dog. Smigby was a noble beast, and a great jumper. R.I.P.
Latest in the pantheon of martyred ducks is Doodles, a little yellow duck. He was taken by his owners to swim with friends in a public pond, and was murdered most fowl-ly, by divebombing Canadian Geese.
In their heavenly abode, the duck pantheon rule over certain aspects of daily life. They are certainly reverenced by the clan of bunnies, and humans would do well to pray to them when seeking parking spaces, or before Jay-Walking across arterials ("Dear Digby," one might say. "Please let me cross this street in safety, without bashing, and without a ticket.") Interestingly enough, the duck gods occasionally enlist support personnel in their many services to person-kind. Just recently, on a trip to Portland, Oregon, we were assisted by the channelling efforts of the stuffed Rhinoceros "Ramses," who helped us have remarkable luck in finding parking spaces. This is a wonderful power!
Speaking of Ramses, we recently got quite upset at all of our natural preservationists who are so eager to save all of our endangered species, and yet have never once referred to that very rare breed, the Southern Hairy Nosed Rhinoceros of Georgia. My friends have pointed out to me, though, that we are TOO LATE to save these rare and wondrous beasts, since the last one died in 1864. You will remember that these Southern Hairy Nosed Rhinoceroses were of much assistance to the confederacy during the late unpleasantness in the south; they were referred to as the Tanks of the Confideracy. We are so sorry that they are gone!
The sacred pantheon of ducks will live forever.
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Roger, ah Roger. At first sight, he is a remarkably fine looking stuffed rabbit. He wears a delightful Laura Ashley shirt, with a fine looking red jacket. His suction cups fairly glow. His white fur lends him a deceptive air of innocence. A rabbit -- one could say (ah, folly!) -- for all seasons. But some of us know better!
For you see, I've dreamed about Roger. He was drunk. Sodden drunk. And lying in a gutter, a very wet gutter, streaming with water. Roger was drunk, and Roger was wet. He was passed out, and smelling of fermented carrot juice.
"Roger," I said, shaking him out of his stupor. "Roger, why did you get so drunk?"
He burped.
And only later, we found out he stole money from his poor mistress K**** S****, and "blew" it at a night in the seamy bunny bars! But all I could do at this time, in my dream, was lay him tenderly in the back of my Volkswagen Bug until he recovered.
So you see......appearances are deceiving. The next time you see a short rabbit, dressed in red and wearing suction cups, RUN!!! Hide your wallet, and run!!!
It COULD be Roger!!!
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Once upon the time, in the deep dark woods, lived a little green stuffed rabbit named Fred. Fred was pretty well behaved, but pretty dumb. Fred did not realize the consequences of his own actions. One could say that he had not yet mastered the concept of cause and effect. And that got him in trouble, serious trouble.
Fred was a wild little rabbit. He liked to "party hearty," and was often seen carousing around the juice bars. "Set 'em up for the house! Carrot Cocktails are on me," he'd likely exclaim, spending his hard-earned dollars plying his friends with drink. He was loyal--he never went back on his word, and if a buddy needed help, he was the first to volunteer. But you see, that was actually part and parcel of his undoing.
Feckless Fred, one night, went to Brer Bunny's Bistro, a sleezy seedy beet-juice bar on the wrong side of the tracks. He was feeling good, and when his buddy Luther Cottontail came up to him, saying "Hay, Greenie! How ya' doin', ya old green reprobate," Fred was most overjoyed to see him.
"Hey, buddy," said Luther to Fred, "I don't suppose you could loan me some lettuce??!! The Ole' lady is havin' her mother in law over to stay, an I gotta get em some cabbage juice."
"Sure," said Feckless Fred. "You're my great good buddy, and here's some lettuce, an you're welcome to it!"
Fred handed his little green wallet, stuffed with greenbacks, to Luther Cottontail, saying "Here, just take what you need! Pay me back when you want to."
And that was Fred's undoing. Luther hopped on out the door with Fred's wallet, his fortune, and all his cash cards. He took over Fred's car, his home, and his possessions. Using Fred's fortune and his amiable reputation, Luther ran for President of all the Lagomorphs, and he won. Fred's fortune provided an ample dowery when Luther found the doe of his dreams. Luther wound up truly on top of the heap! Fred stayed at the bottom.
And yet, you know, the story's moral is not what you'd expect. One day, when an assasin's bullet found Luther and slayed him, then all his wealth and power and fame did him no good. And poor feckless Fred, who had no power...no wealth...no fame....; well he survived Luther by many years, and kept his sweet disposition, to boot.
The morals of the story?
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A Brave Character in legend and lore is Bunny Bold!
Though diminutive of stature, Bunny Bold's heart is huge! Bunny Bold is the godling of random gifts of goods and charity. When sweet things happen in your life, they are most often the doing of Bunny Bold! And in Bunny Bold's name, we celebrate Bunny Bold's Birthday!
When you take a little gift to someone you like or love, and there's no holiday and no reason, then that's Bunny Bold's Birthday. When you do a little deed of kindness, or say something extra special to someone, and there's no obligation and there's no reason really, why that's also Bunny Bold's Birthday. Want to celebrate? Go out and dance or party or have a fine feast, and there's no overt occasion? Why, of course, the reason is Bunny Bold's Birthday!
Bunny Bold has legs and a head that move, and a little red and green bow tie, and he's only, maybe, a foot tall, but his heart----why, that's bigger than the universe!
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Work started on this magnum opus some years ago. The plot is loosely based on the Peter Rabbit epic by Beatrix Potter, detailing the perilous peregrinations of rascally, yet heroic, Peter Rabbit as he evades the severe pogroms of Farmer McGregor. Music and lyrics for 4 of the arias and ballets survive. While we cannot include the music here, these are the lyrics.
The opera features, in addition to the usual Bunny family and Farmer McGregor, a host of ducks and ducklings (GOOD friends to the bunnies) who perform, among other things, a stirring kick line!
At the beginning and end of the opera, Ma Bunny, mother of the heroic Peter Rabbit, sings this lullaby to her beloved son. Little does she know at the beginning what horrendous adventures her pride and joy will undertake! The aria, as sung, modulates through a series of keys, and each repetition is sung 1/2 step higher than the one before:
Go to
sleep, my little bunny-boy
Go to sleep, ma bunny's pride and joy
Close your eyes, and hippy-hoppy off to dreamland .... do
Go to sleep, my little bunny-boy
Later in the opera, all of the rabbit characters perform a vigorous ballet, while singing. This is basically a line dance, and the actions of the ballet are indicated in many cases by the particular lyrics involved. Flops, after whom the song is named, is of course a wonderful, blue stuffed bunny whom it has been the author's and the composer's privilege to know for almost 16 years!
Wiggle your ears and wiggle your nose
Wiggle your tail and wiggle your toes
That's the way the music goes
Come and do the Flops-y with me!
Just a-wiggle your ears
And a-wiggle your nose
And a-wiggle your tail
And a-wiggle your toes
That's the way the music goes
As we go wiggling in a row
Come on every-body now
Come and do the Flops-y with me!
Though some folk find it funny
Just to see a wiggling bunny,
And others tend to giggle
Just to see a bunny wiggle,
Come and do the Flops-y with me
(I don't mean maybe)
Come! and do! the Flops-y! With! Me!
Yet later in the opera, the duck characters express their Joie de Vivre with a vigorous ballet with chorus. This interlude stresses both their friendly relationships with their bunny companions, and their own rather strong and stressful character. Note that, rather than sung, the lyrics "quack quack" are quacked in the manner imitative of a duck.
Pick a duck
Quack! Quack!
Pick a duck
Quack! Quack!
For a ducky will bring you good luck!
Quack! Quack!
Pick a duck
Quack! Quack!
Pick a duck
Quack! Quack!
A duck will always bring you good luck!
Cuddling with your honey
All night long!
Sing dear Sainted Digby's
Crazy Quackers-Song
You can always trust a bunny
But a duck will bring you money!
A duck will always bring you good luck!
Quack! Quack!
The following melody, the first composed in this opera and in some ways the musical piece de resistance of the whole work, expresses the tragedy of the ducks, to have lost their spiritual and artistic guru at a very young age (in baby feathers). The ducks sing this aria after they have resolved the McGregor/Peter contretemps, as a way of mourning their loss via celebrating their wonderful victory. The bunnies, of course, as loyal and courteous friends to the ducks, join into the "Quackers, I'm going Quackers" refrains.
Oh Digby was a little duck
Who didn't live too long.
But ere he died poor Digby wrote
A pretty little song.
The other ducks who still survive
Go swimmin' to and fro,
And sing the song that Digby wrote;
Now here's how it does go:
And they sing "Quackers...
I'm going Quackers
Just a little bit Quackers,
Quackers over you -- Quack -- Quack -- Quack
Quackers
I'm going Quackers
Just a little bit Quackers,
Quackers over you!
Though Digby died his soul lives on
And lights the
ducklings' day.
And as they swim they sing along
In such a
lovely way.
We'd like for you to lift your voice in
celebration proud,
And sing this pretty Quackers song
Oh
sing it good and loud
Let's all sing:
Quackers
I'm
going quackers!
Just a little bit Quackers,
Quackers over
you
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Quackers!
I'm going
Quackers,
Just a little bit Quackers,
Quackers over
you!
All of this material, needless to say, is copyright by Wayne Gloege.
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We chanced last winter to get a mail order catalog from Figgis, oriented towards Easter goodies and merchandise. Three startling things appeared in this catalog: Platypus Patties, Cottontail Kisses, and Chocolate Bunny Crisps. I knew these were simply candies--full of sugar and chock-a-block with empty calories, but my friends thought otherwise, and developed a plan--a diabolocal scheme.....
The scheme was how to cook BUNNY CRISPS. Though it hurts to contemplate this dire deed, here's what was plotted. Remove the ears from the stuffed bunny, and grind and spice the body into sausage. THEN stuff the sausage into the hollowed-out ears. Cook to a "crisp" and slice for Bunny Crisps. Also, you may grate the prepared stuffed ears and roll your Swedish Meat-Buns in them for flavour and texture. Of course, it has also been suggested to serve these Swedish Meat-Buns smothered in Lingonbunny Jam!
New suggestions for the lover of Italian food have included Spaghetti and Meat-Buns, or Bunicotti! Bunicelli is another favorite dish. You could always warm these up over your Bun-Sin burner. For the lover of Chinese food, Egg-Foo-Bun, Chow-Bun, or Moo-Goo-Gai-Bun have been suggested!
Fortunately, this only works on STUFFED bunnies. Fortunately for these stuffed bunnies, the recipe has not yet been tried out!
Recent discussions on alt.pets.rabbits indicate that, sometimes, mother bunnies eat their young cubs. One wonders if these gruesome delicacies have been "crisped" before eating???
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This year, for the first time, I have decorated for Easter. I have long enjoyed those little decorative trees where small bunny ornaments are hung. They are cute and colorful and pretty, and make up a bit for the drabness that enters our homes after the Christmas decorations have been put away. Thus, it seemed like a good year to celebrate. But, deciding to be economical, I first just bought some of the ornaments, and found a suitable dead branch from a tree, which I stuck in a bottle and onto which I hung the ornaments. The effect? The VERY OPPOSITE of that which I had sought. It looked like a "Hanging Tree" from one of those rather gorey Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns--you know, where a stark and severe foliage-free tree is full of hanged outlaws and malefactors. A horrible, haunting image. In my case, my first attempt produced just such a tree (in miniature), with the little bunnies substituting for outlaws! Not a cheery sight (though it did gladden the heart of my domestic partner--who is not altogether INTO bunnies!)
I tried again. I got a little (1' tall) white and colored tree from Hallmark, and more bunnies, and some miniature carrots, and produced a cute and colorful seasonal decoration, filled with my FAVORITE mammals!
But a friend saw my decor, and found therein a higher--and more ominous--truth. He noticed that most of the bunnies were clutching carrots, that several were developing carrotlike tendencies (one has jointed arms and legs of carrots, for example, while another's torso is a carrot), and that two are more carrot than rabbit (with bunny heads on carrot bodies). The simple carrots hanging from the tree are the final sad step in this metamorphosis.
The first stage belongs to bunnies such as those stuffed bunnies you see with carrots permanently attached to one or both paws. They desire--nay require the carrots for their very existence. This dependency, this gross vegetable materialism, leads into the gradual and inexorable transformation from bunny into carrot. Once started, it cannot be reversed. Today's rabbit is tomorrow's carrot (ironically, to be coveted, posessed, and consumed by another generation of rabbits, which in turn transforms into that which they desire---and on and on).
Final proof of this dire truth is another bunny on my "Hangin' Tree." He has the head and legs of a bunny (he is the spitting image of someone I know) but the torso of -- a radish!
Perhaps we should all be wary of overindulging in that which we desire most. You become what you want! Do not covet that microwave oven! Do not overeat your Godiva Chocolates! Don't thirst too much for that tulip bulb--or before you know it, it could be too late!
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The Reader will doubtless be familiar with last year's festival at Pickle Beach, and with the
recently concluded festival this year at Pobloma Beach. Almost everyone has read about the
riots in their local paper; the attending Hare's and rabbits caused quite a ruckus when
McGrudgie's Grocery ran out of baby carrots! You can just imagine! Surely, these important events
will not need reiteration at this time! They rank as major landmarks among the lagomorph-
lovers of this world!
Next year's Sea Hare Festival has just been announced, to be staged at the famous
Perdition Beach. And a gala event it should prove to be! All hotels have been reserved in the
vicinity of Perdition Beach, and even now rooms are limited in availability. Lodgings are available at various
price ranges, From the top of the line accomodations at Sebastian's Rabbit Lodges and Warren's Rabbit Lodges, through
Robert Penn's Warrens, to Flopsie's Flophouses & Bunnies to-Go-Go, to the extremely reasonable Peter's Burrows.
Entry forms
have been prepared for the Bunny Beach Beauty Competition! The Bun-Kini competition should
be of major interest (and owing to the divergence of bunny from human anatomy, those bikini suits are
kind of strange), and the talent portion is expected to consist of what bunnies do best!
In addition to the crowning of Ms/Mr Sea Hare, daily, weekly, and lifetime achievement awards
in bunny reproduction will be announced! Another highlight of the festivities will be a mass
group wedding to be staged on Perdition Beach and environs, at the foot of scenic Lemings'
Leap, space permitting. It is expected that
tens of thousands of hare and rabbit couples will solemnize their unions during the elegant
service to be conducted by Reverend Bunny-Moon!
Special scenic tours are being sponsored by Delilah's Hare Cuts, and include a voyage by regatta to Hareshoe Bay and Lemming's Leap. Special added attrraction this year is a tour of one of our greatest natural wonders, the Forest of Petrified Carrots (very scenic but very dangerous for those who get hungry).
Each year, more bunnies have come to the Sea Hare Festival than the year before, and of course more bunnies leave the festival than arrive! That is one of the wonderful things about being a lagomorph! Group photos will be available, space permitting!
Motto for the most recent festival was "Hare today, gone tomorrow." Though some originally thought the festival to be a "hare-brained" scheme, it has in fact produced a remarkable Hare-itage! There is something in-hare-ently noble in the festival! Do plan on attending the 2002 Sea Hare Festival, whose slogan is "Hares for the New Mellinibun!" [ Go back and select another legend ]
The Christmas Rabbit is very old, and very wise, and very good. His name is Barabbas Bunny. He was around for the very first Christmas; he lived in the manger in that near-Eastern village, and was the first witness of that miracle. He helped arrange for the friendly cattle and sheep to come witness the event. He was also present some thirty years later when the stone was rolled away; his warren was nearby! And oh the wonders he has seen! He hid out in Marco Polo's boat, and sailed with Christopher Columbus (the ships were actually named the Nina, the Pinta, and the Barabbas!). He visited old Scrooge that one fateful Christmas Eve (accompanying the Ghost of Christmas Presents). He single-handedly foiled the impeachment of President Clinton! He visited Queens Elizabeth I, Charlotte, Marie Antoinette, and Victoria on their deathbeds! He was instrumental in saving the young Anastasia Romanoff from a hideous execution, and he tended the Romanoff Faberge Easter eggs! And even to this day he hops around from village to city to town around the world delivering gifts!
Now, this all raises a couple of questions. Is there somthing "funny" about the Christmas Rabbit? After all, he has witnessed an awful lot of deaths! Well, that is only part of his accomplishment; he also invented the screwdriver (the drink AND the tool), was the lead backup singer for the Modern Jazz Quartet, and even today he can dribble a football all the way from Pickle Beach to Strawberry Cove! Well, you ask, how is it the Christmas Rabbit has lived so long, 2000 years and more? Just attribute it to good living (carrot juice parfaits and lettuce poltices help a lot), and to the overwhelming need to be needed! If the world had not always depended on him so much, he might have left us some time ago!
Some time ago, a mutual pact was drawn up among the Easter Bunny, the Christmas Rabbit, The Trick-or-Treat Hare, and Fluffy (the kindly lop who delivers valentines and Mothers' Day cards), to provide for mutual assistance. When their holidays come around, these wond'rous creatures all help to provide the sweets and treats. You don't think one being could do all that delivering all by himself!
Remember to leave a plate of lettuce and crackers for the Christmas Rabbit when you retire on Chrismtas Eve. And if you are VERY lucky, the Christmas Rabbit will come and give you all you want, or at least all you deserve!
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Due to a singular lack of ice, winter events are held in warmth and comfort. A key component of Pairs Skating is the so-called death spiral, wherein the male skater swirls the female skater about in a circle, more or less perpendicular to the ice. For the BunYmpic death spiral, we grab the stuffed bunny by the tips of the ears, and swing him about in a circle. Form indeed matters! Bunny George is ahead in the competition so far, with a semi-good score of 5.5!
We can't stage a grand slalom race at home, but have adapted it for the BunYmpics into a Slaw-Bun competition, wherein all the bunnies gather, and the one who can chow down the most cole slaw wins! This is a fun competition (fun for the bunnies too!)
A competition we have contemplated staging was inspired by "Henri," a stuffed arctic hare, who talks when you squeeze his paw. Henri says, "Hello my Friend, I am Henri! Would You like to go Fishing With Me?" He speaks in a stagish French accent. Whoever heard of a rabbit (much less a stuffed rabbit) going fishing? Now, of course, at the BunYmpics we would include an Ice Fishing competition, but instead of the rabbits doing the fishing, perhaps we would use small stuffed rabbits as bait! Old Henri has not endeared himself to my friends due to his incessant chattering, so I am sure they would agree with this competition!
Just looking at one of my stuffed bunnies the other day, I realized that he was totally right for one of the winter game events ---
CURLING. His figure, his size, even his very ears are perfectly suited; he is the same profile and size as a curling stone! Lift him
by the ears, and set him to skidding! His bottom fur might stick to the ice a little, of course!
A classic BunYmpics summer event is the Dive From Great Height Onto a mattress! Pick up the stuffed bunny, and artfully flip him head-over-tail onto a mattress. Height, Bounce, and of course style (ear tucks etc.) determine the point score.
A really good BunYmpic event (either winter or summer games) is the glassy-eyed stare down. Simply place stuffed rabbits facing each other, and they can stare at each other. The winner is the last one who blinks! These events do take some time, but hey-- anything worth doing is worth doing well!
Another great game is BAT-A-BUN! Toss the stuffed rabbit back and forth, batting him with your hands. Points are given for style and form, for distance, and for speed! It is better NOT to bat the bunny into an area with breakable crockery and such, however!
Finally, all of those sledding events (bobsled, luge, and skeleton) would be most painlessly replicated by stuffed rabbits, generally without any special padding required!
The BunYmpics--indeed an idea whose time has come!
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We came across the following song in an ancient Syrian hymnal. It has been painstakingly translated from the original ancient Persian into Dutch, then skillfully rendered from their into English by a specially trained group of Tibetan Monks. It has been suggested that it could be sung to the tune of Memory from the Andrew Lloyd Weber musical comedy Cats.
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We are pleased to announce that Legends of the Bunnies is now indexed on THE RABBIT WEB and is covered by the Rabbit Web's search engine. The Rabbit Web is a great listing of a number of fine rabbit sites, including breeders, societies, and merchandisers.
Other rabbit and bunny links include Bunny Master, a purveyor of rabbitry management software, Animals of the Polar Regions (including the amazing ice bunnies), the Bunny Thymes (with Information and Ideas for Pet Rabbit Lovers), the HOUSE RABBIT SOCIETY, and the Redmond Rabbit Rescue operation.
Copyright Wayne Gloege. Latest Update 12/11/2001.