Bunny Donuts

The human dropped by the local donut shop today, and sampled one of the donuts produced by the bunnies' leader. She returned home talking about how yummy it was, and offered to take the bunnies to the shop so they could get some of the donuts themselves. Oh, and she talked about seeing the donut machines too, producing thousands upon thousands of the donuts for the bunnies' leader! Thousands of donuts, and that is at just ONE shop! One small shop too! I'm sure the huge business across from the human's doctor is turning out millions of the pastries! All of those donuts, plus the profits from his movie. All of that money in the paws of a rabbit will lead to nothing good! I don't want to think of the amount of seeds such money could obtain. We are doomed for sure if the head bunny uses his riches for such purchases!

New Bunny Horror

I can't believe this. Now the bunnies' leader has gone into the DONUT business! The local donut shop as a big rabbit picture up, along with a sign advertising the new bunny donuts. They're covered with little sprinkles and frosting to make them look yummy, but I'm sure they're carrot flavored under all of that. Bunny donuts. What in the world was the donut shop thinking? Sure, the donuts will attract tons of rabbit eaters to their business, but how in the world will their human customers get in? And I'm sure the rabbits will spill their carrot juice all over while they're dunking donuts. Slip and falls will be rampant!

Quilt Show Day 3

The chocolate donuts are gone, and I won't even mention what happened to all of the hotel honey packets. I just got an email from my rabbit sisters, too, and they have already made some purchases of lovely little fat quarters featuring broccoli and yellow squash. Goodness knows what they've got planned to do with those. The hotel pool forgot to install a feather filter too, so I'm expecting a giant breakdown there before they manage to send my penguin sisters home. As for me, I'm surviving jail, although my opinion on the literary abilities of my jailers is falling. Would you believe I've been given a clawacure? I don't think they've even bothered to read Killing Bridezilla.

Quilt Show Day 2

Donuts are missing again, jelly filled ones this time. You would think that hotel would have given up on serving those pastries by now, wouldn't you, or would have at least thought to check to make sure Betsy Bear wasn't a guest before putting them out! The bed turning is heading for disaster, too. The weather has taken a turn for the worse, you see, and it's very nippy up there. There were seventeen quilts piled on the bed for this morning's showing, and somehow, I doubt my sisters will be able to resist the temptation to burrow under them. Do you think the polar bear lumps could in any way harm the quilts?

Just When you Thought it was Safe to go Back to the Quilt

You know, this quilt show has done something so spectacularly foolish, it's almost like they're begging Betsy Bear to get them! They're having a RECEPTION at the hotel on opening night with loads of goodies being served. Didn't they learn anything last year when that cart full of donuts vanished? All food should be eaten in rooms behind locked doors, with curtains pulled and a towel blocking the bottom of the door so Betsy can't catch the scent of food. And I shudder to think about the bed turning they have scheduled. For those who haven't seen one, basically, it's a bed piled high with quilts that are turned down several times a day and discussed for the pleasure of visiting quilters. Who wants to bet that they're going to find polar bears under there?