Bus is Evil

The bus company is evil, and I swear I will see them punished for this. The human was playing around on their website, and she found a wonderful deal, offering trips to that horrible national archive and their neighbor, the Department of Rabbitculture, for a dollar! A DOLLAR! The bunnies could catch this bus for a dollar, and return with giant sacks full of seed from that horrible place, and then there's what the human might return with to grow that awful tree of hers. I have to block that site!

Police! Police!

Where are the authorities! I demand they do their job and arrest that horrible archive right away for endangering us all! They only have a few states left to go to have the entire awful, evil, tree-encouraging census up! It has been three days and they have the entire thing almost posted! And index is sure to follow! At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't here by the weekend. The archive is down the street from the Department of Rabbitculture, after all. They probably sent down there for some bunnies to handle indexing duties. We're all doomed! The human is happily poking away at Kansas now, and is sure to find more relatives. And what if she finds more relatives and invites them to the family reunion?

Today's Census Report

There must be a way to punish that horrible, awful archive for releasing such records. Surely it violates the law the encourage the growth of the human's tree this way. More states including this one became available today, sending the human hurrying to the computer to search for more relations. And more states will surely be up tomorrow. At this rate, can an index be far behind? That tree has already sprouted new branches, and this census has only been out two days. Do you think the archive might have been influenced by the Department of Rabbitculture to do this? I'm sure the rabbits in charge there would think encouraging a monster tree was a wonderful idea!

1940

Where are the authorities when you need them? Wasn't it bad enough when that horrible archive place down the street from the Department of Rabbitculture let the human trot in and gather all of those pension records, guaranteed to help her grow that awful tree? They have topped themselves with the evil they have caused this time. Really they have, and I hope a nut falls off of that tree and bops them in the head! Those awful, awful people. They just amused themselves releasing the 1940 census! The human has already started poking at the thing, looking to add more relations. Luckily only a few states are up at the moment, and there isn't an index but I fear that will change soon. I can see the tree's leaves quivering in anticipation of the coming growth!

And This

I don't know why we couldn't get this to post last night, but here's Betsy in Washington.


She's right in front of the White House where the president and that nice wife of his live. You know, she's interested in gardening. We were thinking about hopping by to offer her some advice, since we're such excellent gardeners, but our human really needed our help over at the National Archives with her family tree research. Maybe we can chat with her about planting next time, if the human decides to take the bus back up there. Anyway, Betsy had just stuffed herself decimating a tea back at the hotel, so it was safer than it usually is to take a picture like this.