![]() ![]() Now, don’t get her wrong! Y/n doesn’t hate her roommates or anything. The ending of this year also meant that the lease on her current apartment was ending. Why on Earth would someone create a half-hearted promise to themselves, knowing very well that they would give up on their goal one month into the new year? It seemed like a far too disappointing cycle for her. She never really indulged in the thought of new year’s resolutions – in fact, she found them to be quite silly. While many considered the new year to be a “new beginning,” y/n only really thought of it as the official end to her holiday joy. The only part of the holiday season that y/n wasn’t particularly fond of was New Years. Just pure holiday bliss and seasonal joy. Winter break meant the end of finals week, which meant no more flashcards waiting to be memorized or textbooks waiting to be annotated. She absolutely loved getting into the holiday spirit: whether that meant hanging multi-colored fairy lights around her bed frame, baking snowman shaped cookies for her friends and family, or busting out her reindeer printed fuzzy socks – she loved it all.Īnd, more importantly, she loved getting three weeks off from school. But if the rabbit ends up eating Waffle, then it’s your fault.In which y/n is pretty sure her neighbor hates her, and Harry needs someone to take care of his bunny.įor y/n, the month of December was truly the best part of the year. It wasn’t helping either that Anna was dressed up as Mary Poppins. I think there comes a time in every parent’s life when they wonder if their child is casting some kind of magic spell on them. “You keep telling Waffle to get to Fintona.” A rabbit would never want to play – couldn’t play. He’ll give you all the snuggles you need. “Waffle is as much animal as we can handle at the moment. “Look,” I said with another glance over at Mary Poppins (more earnest freckles). “Waffle can snuggle into you and keep you warm.” They eat carrots and they snuggle into you and keep you warm like a hot water bottle.” “Rabbits can be vicious enough too,” I tried. “My rabbit would be an important part of the family too. Waffle knows they’re an important part of the family.” “What about the hens? Waffle didn’t eat the hens up when they arrived.” “Waffle looks like a bit of a teddy but I don’t think he would take too kindly to a rabbit arriving at the house.” I ignored this blatant insult to my story-telling. “This isn’t P1 and he’s not the troll under the bridge in The Three Billy Goats Gruff.” You might not be able to imagine it now but if Waffle saw a rabbit, he would probably try and eat him up in his tummy.” Yes, dogs hate rabbits even more than they hate cats.” “So granny bought me another one.” A little less truthfully, I added, “Thumper I was killed by a dog.” It had actually been a cat what done the killing but I’d had a cunning idea and I needed the white lie. “My first rabbit was killed,” I said truthfully. “If rabbits are no fun that you had three of them?”Īnother glance. Like Anna, I couldn’t be told and it wasn’t until Thumper I arrived and I began to appreciate its no-craic attributes, that my own penny belatedly dropped. The conversation lapsed for a while as I remembered my own no-craic rabbits. I’d call her Candy and I’d tie a bow in her hair and sing songs to her.” You can’t play with them at all, unless you count playing as sitting beside them staring into space.” “Well, think of a rabbit as being a big mouse. Would you think that having a mouse is much fun?” They just sit in a heap with twitchy noses.” ![]() And he’ll come over to you if you call him.” I tried to explain: “You know the way that Waffle will play with you. ![]() “If I don’t get one for my birthday, I’ll put it onto my Santi list. ![]()
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