The Country

We're hoping to take a little ride to the country tomorrow.  Who knows, by the time we return, Brother might have been dropped off.  We're certain the human who is stuck with him isn't happy about his antics today.  We found the nicest pattern for a human purse we are sure would sell well, and would be a snap to put together.  You should have seen the texts we got over that.  Really, we don't know what in the world Brother has against our earning money.  If he had his way, we swear we would be impoverished forever.  And then there were the texts when we picked up fabric for quilt sashing and for a purse sample.  We're surprised they didn't try to throw us out of Walmart for the noise from that.  And now he is texting to complain we are helping our human earn more book certificates once more.  We doubt he has put the phone down all day, and surely the human who he is currently dwelling with has about had enough.  We think we'll leave a basket on the doorstep, to make dropping him off easier.  We can put a bell on it, so the bunnies who stay home can drag him inside once he is deposited.