Human Illness Continued

The human is still sick, I am afraid, and the bunnies are hopping everywhere, offering to bring tissues, drinks and who knows what else, and reassuring the human that they will handle everything else for the church sale. I don't like the way they keep looking in my direction as they say that either, or how they are scribbling on pieces of paper. They have probably got me down somewhere as a tacker, or possibly a taper! And, to make matters worse, they have the closet staked out, so I can't escape into its heights!