Dad was out for a walk yesterday when he stumbled across one of our rabbit training grounds, where we’re training our rabbit invasion army.
The names of these wild bunnies have, of course, been changed to protect their identity.
This is our crack special operative team, Mr. Rabbit and “Little Dude,” the groundhog demolition expert. They’re part of the first wave that will break into a house and liberate any carrots, treats, or imprisoned bunnies.
Another one of our operatives, code-name “Doormouse,” keeping a close eye on dad & his stupid camera.
When dad tried to escape, he found his path blocked by another operative, call-sign “Silverback.”
When dad tried to edge closer, he was warned to “back off” by our drill sergeant, Mr. Tibbs.
Code-name “Horatio” pauses before breaking out into a practice run.
Naturally, we practice being super-stealthy as well. (We’re like fuzzy little ninjas.) Dad managed to catch one of our operatives getting ready to vanish into the underbrush.
Once again, Mr. Tibbs is keeping a close eye on dad’s behavior. He was very lucky he made it out of here in one piece, actually, but he doesn’t know that. Stupid dad.
Finally, dad gave up and left – under the watchful eyes of our sentries, of course!
I told dad to keep this rabbit army in mind the next time he thinks about not giving me treats.
-Gus
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6 responses to “Our Wild Cousins”
If you see one woild rebbit in the open, there are thousands hiding and watching. Spooky. Good to see the groundhog. The squirrels have the tower watch, the fieldmice have the advantage of size and agility. There is a revolution coming. Revoliutions are always bloody. I bet Gus and Betsy are a sleeper cell. Dad, your only hope of survival is to be very generous with the treats. Godspeed.
He’s doomed – poor thing. Doomed to a live of servitude to Gus and Betsy or else forever haunted by the wild army.
Your operatives not only allowed a human to observe them, but to TAKE PICTURES of them?! That’s grounds for severe corporal punishment! A good operative should never let themselves be seen or photographed–my troops would impale themselves on a tree root before they’d allow such a thing. General Gus, I expect much better from a stalwart army bun such as yourself. You’d better crack down on those operatives or our whole operation could become compromised.
Brigadier General Mickey
I’m sure the whole thing was a carefully staged stunt to misdirect and misinform.
Viva la revolucion de los conejos!!!!!
Wild Bunnies?! YAY!!