Word Count Day One

The human just finished cranking out the first chapter of the gardening book, and the rabbits are all hopping around celebrating. Her word count for this horrible thing is at 2196. I wonder if she will get extra credit for pictures of our poor neighbors and the loss of their homes? I've heard each picture is worth a thousand words.

Continuing Novel Horrors Day 1

Oh, and after the human cranks out her required word count for the day for the rabbit story, she's planning to work on a teddy story set at Christmas and involving Santa! Have you ever heard of something so dangerous? Betsy's already making noise about taking a trip to drop in on poor Santa for story research. Really, what in the world is the human thinking? We will end up on Santa's bad list for sure if the human lets that bear visit him and raid his sack for book purposes. Isn't it bad enough what she did to him last Christmas just for fun?

Novel Writing

I have three hours until that horrible novel writing month starts. I wonder if by any miracle that might be enough time to flee the area? Goodness knows that our neighbors need to flee for their lives right away. I've spotted a couple of the bunnies lurking around the human, giving her ideas for the first book in the bunny gardening series, and I caught her just a bit ago, doing some outlining in her notebook and seeming excited about the ideas she has. That doesn't seem to be a good sign at all, especially since the plot she has in mind involves rabbits planting things. I just know they're going to be able to use the idea of getting a mention in a book to get a ton of seeds handed over to them, and then what in the world will happen to our neighbors?

November

I hate the month of November. There is this horrible November event scheduled that is supposed to result in a complete or nearly complete novel by the end of the month and naturally the human had to rush and sign up right away. And of course, the teddies and the rabbits are all enthusiastic about this and are eagerly planning what they can do to assist. I wonder if I ought to go ahead and tell our poor neighbors to flee for their lives? The bunnies are planning another rather large seed order in the name of book research. And as for Betsy Bear, I don't want to know what she's planning, but I'm sure it's some sort of crime and the human has just given her the perfect excuse to get away with it. I wonder where I can hide until November is over?