[A chance to win!] Bunnies, Crafts and Scots, oh my!

Annette over at The Leveret's Nest is having a fantastic contest. Now, part of the entry is you tell your rabbit about it. Unfortunately, I don't have a rabbit in my home and I think Jade gets first telling to my furry godson Mickey. :)

So instead, I sat my lifesize Stitch plushy down on the futon and told him about it. He looked like he was going to gnaw on the futon, so I instead turned to Freddie Gerbil and told HIM about it. He asked if Annette makes any gerbily creations instead of all those stinkin' rabbits.  I said she probably does have mice, they're cousins to gerbils, isn't that close enough? (Gerbils are really, just desert mice.)

Freddie seemed unimpressed. He'll be even less impressed when he learns I've sent oats to Wesley in bribe.

[Bunny Influence] A strange thing happened to my calendar..

The buff coloured lop dashed out of the closet and down the hall, taking a sharp turn into his friend's room. He dived into Jensen's hidey and said, quite sternly, "If anyone asks, I was here all afternoon!"

So, a strange thing happened today..

I have my bunny calendar up in my bedroom so I woke up all month to Micks's handsome, fuzzy, face. When I woke up this morning I realized it was the last time I'd see him for a whole year. I did contemplate just leaving it at May, but figured then I'd just confuse myself. I contemplated taking Mick's picture out and putting it in a frame. I flipped the month and decided I would go drink tea.

This evening when I was putting away my laundry I noticed December was lying on the ground. I looked at it funny, picked it up, put it on my bookshelf to deal with later and went back to laundry. The next time I looked, September was also on the ground. Wondering what was going on, I picked up September (through November, as it turned out) and turned the calendar to see what was going on. That's when everything but Mickey's picture (and those before it) fell off the wall and at my feet.

I picked everything up, but I couldn't find the page that was May's Days on the front, the June bunny on the back. No HUGE loss, I supposed, I'd get to see Mickey for an extra 30 days. So I fixed the calendar, put it back up the wall, turned around and there was the June bunny sitting half under my bed, pretty darn visible. I looked back at the calendar, but Picture Mickey was giving his best, most innocent, look.

I'm sure if questioned he'd claim no involvement.