Deb:
As I set the plate containing Freckles’ favorite salad on the floor, I saw her look up from her chewing of the magazine and glance at the treat. I wondered how the magazine I had been reading in the chair had ended up on the floor. I guessed that it must have slid from the end table to the floor and Freckles’ curiosity got the better of her. I was fairly sure she could never have jumped onto the chair.
The question that hung in the air now was -- would Freckles stay with the magazine or would she go for the special salad I’d made for her?
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Hmm... I wondered the same thing when I saw my notepad on the floor this morning, half demolished. Did it slide off the desk somehow or was it pulled off? I will have to do a better job of rolling the chair further from the desk when I go to bed.
The twelve happy hoppers here at The House of Rabbits have voted. The results are, 1 for the Consumers Report, 10 for the salad, and 1 hanging chad ... Benson ate his ballot.
And Freckles chooses ...
Oh and by the way .. is Deb surviving post NaNoWriMo let down, or are you now searching up an agent?
If you don't know your rabbit flies, I wonder what else you don't know about her magic powers.
Oh my money's on the magazine! I was just chomping on some newspaper myself. Thanks for my purthday wishes! It was a furry nice one.
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