The Country

The humans went to the country today, to tend the yard up there. Naturally the rabbits hopped along, planning to drop in on their friends the cows to collect more manure, to try to repair the bush Nick the Cat's relations damaged, not to mention taking a dip in the cows' personal swimming hole. Before they could hop off, though, the humans' lawn mower broke, and thus they had to return home. Needless to say, the bunnies were not pleased, and those horrible bad luck cats that are loitering at our neighbor's, trapping them in their dwelling, are prime suspects in their view. I suspect Betsy more, though. If the lawn mower is fixed, the humans will have to return to the country tomorrow, you see. And, due to those scheduled fireworks this weekend, Betsy naturally felt the weekend would be a much better time for picnickers, their baskets stuffed with sandwiches, cookies, sodas and other goodies, to be in the area. Massive amounts of thefts are planned, I am sure. I just hope all of those poor, misfortunate picnickers thought to purchase insurance, before taking off for their weekend fun, for they will surely need it when Betsy is through with them.