What a monster I’d been, cruel and heartless. All those innocent field mice, scooped up and bopped on the head. I was up to fifty a day at once point. And what was it all for?

Halloween skulls, by 1smrtcookie, licensed under CC BY 2.0
Rabbit posts for Sunday
What a monster I’d been, cruel and heartless. All those innocent field mice, scooped up and bopped on the head. I was up to fifty a day at once point. And what was it all for?

Out of a litter of 14 baby bunnies, Tiny Tim was the smallest and the feistiest. Tim almost didn’t make it, but Mom’s voice helped Tim survive — and give her a surprise!

(This is a repeat of a post from 2023 that’s too good not to share again. Thanks to reader Skimpy.)
Unfortunately — or perhaps fortunately — the cultists’ attempt to summon Uth-hork K’bonng, Celestial Traveler from Beyond Space and Time and Ever-Hungering Devourer of Souls, could produce only P’tarr, Unholy Devourer of Vegetable Gardens.

Lettuce prey, Andrew Y.
Hmph, it appears that my library privileges have been revoked. Never again shall I escape into the realms of fiction, then return to the sobering facts of history. No longer will I spend hours pondering the mysteries of the cosmos, the conundrums of philosophy, or the never-ending search for Waldo. That’s what I loved about books; they give you so much to chew on.
