The Country

If anyone here prays, please pray that the lawnmower isn't repaired by tomorrow afternoon. If it is, there are rumors the humans might head to the country cottage, and I will surely be caught and drug along. It's in the heart of tomato country up there, and I shudder to think of what the bunnies would get into. Our poor cousins, the two farmers Turley, are still having nightmares about the last visit the rabbits made, I believe. And I won't even speak of the havoc Betsy wrecked with those poor, misfortunate lake bears, and the former, happy picnickers who were the victims of pirate raids.