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Date: Tue, 2 Dec 1997 23:07:09 -0500
From: Cristina Forbes
Subject: Charky's night out, NOPE, the SO's
To: Multiple recipients of list PETBUNNY <PETBUNNY@LSV.UKY.EDU>
Hi Fellow Tough Buns,
Last night, I tricked the SO again. HAR-HAR. What a phool.
It was way past bedtime and I was playing outside on the wooden deck with
Ashy, so Mom asked the lowly SO to chase us in. We have a pet door (very
tasty indeed, especially the magnets) that we use to go in-and-out of this
huge fenced-in area. So the lowly SO came out in the cold dark night in his
pyjamas to chase us in. Ashy was a good boy and went right in but I hid and
he couldn't find me. HAR-HAR. He looked and looked - not under the lounge
chairs, walking around barefoot in our cecal pellets, not under the table,
not in our cardboard boxes. Since I am dark grey (charcoal, in fact) and it
was dark, he couldn't see me. HAR. So he went back in and crawled into bed
to go to sleep, NOT. HAR-HAR.
Mom asked him, "Did you get all the bunnies in?", to which the lowly slave
answered "Er... all but one". "All but one!!!" jumped Mom, "Who?" "The
Chark", the SO muttered. "You can't leave him out there, you can't do
that!!! It's dark, it's cold, there are owls and raccoons out there, poor
little boy, you can't leave him out there all night." "Why don't you go and
get him?" the lowly slave asked and Mom said "It's too cold!!!
Pleasssseee." [batting eyelashes bunny style] "Okay," he grumbled
[GRRR-GRRR],"I'll go and try to find him again." [GRRR-GRRR]
So the lowly slave stumbled out into the cold, dark night and spent a long
time looking for me, freezing his "patookus" off. All this time I was
watching him... but from the INSIDE. HAR-HAR. Until he finally peered
through the window and realized *I* was inside, all cozy and warm, munching
cilantro, and *he* was outside in the cold, with the owls and the raccoons.
HAR-HAR-HAR. What a LOSER!!! 
So he came back in and Mom asked "Is he in
now?" "Yes, he is," the SO answered," [GRRR-GRRR] he was always in." "What?
What do you mean...?" Mom asked, "Ahhh..." and started laughing at the SO.
"That's my boy!" she said and went to sleep with a grin on her face,
listening to the SO tossing-and-turning, grunting in frustration
[GRRR-GRRR], knowing that The Chark had outwitted him once again.
HAR-HAR-HAR.
SCOREBOARD
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Jr. Tough Buns: 42
Lowly SO : zee-ro
Charky
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