Novel Horrors Month Three Day Seven

The neighbors are doomed. They are going to loose their homes at any moment, which seems like it should be some sort of crime since the show is still falling here. The human just came up with something to do with the rabbit Christmas story to get her from the place where she is now, over a small hump and heading towards the end she needs. She will probably be able to fly through the horrible piece now. The only hope for our poor neighbors is the fact that her eyes are still sore from the fiasco that was her therapy appointment yesterday, that and the possibliity that a video game might distract her. I wonder if I can find a credit card somewhere to make an emergency purchase of one of those Dinertown games she is so fond of?