"Hey, look at that belly!" That's what Tutu Pete was saying. Dark spots were covering the brown fur on the bunny's opu.
"Wow wee zow wee. Purpza is changing, big time," I said. But then, I kept looking and watched Purpza move from under the table.
Ha, ha. The joke was on us. That bunny was not Purpza.
"There are lots of bunnies, rabbits and hares (not so many hares) on the campground. Baby bunnies start moving from their safe nests onto the open field once they are ... about as big as Tutu Pete's hand."
"Tutu?" The mo'o had a look of concentration.
"Yes honey." I said.
"Rabbits and bunnies are like the same?"
"Yeah, they are. Same same."
"And hairs?"
"Ah, now that's a good one. Hares are different, kinda like ... hum. You know what Tutu Pete looks like, right. He's tall. Long, and I'm short. I'm rounder. I'm browner. Well, a hare is like a rabbit and like a bunny but different. The hare is a REAL WILD rabbit or bunny. Neva was 'tame.' Always lived in the wild. In Nature and not in a house, or in a cage. A rabbit or bunny could have been born in a house, or a cage. Not the hare."
There was a look of noodling going on in the mo'o. I looked at Tutu Pete. He was going to try more talking, but then we both just let it be.
The mo'o had more questions.
"Where is the safe nest? And, bunnies live in nests?" I slowed down before answering. Telling a story, any story, is always so different if another person gets to stop the flow ... and ask. Some stories don't allow for that. Some stories aren't meant to be interrupted. BUT. This is the kind of story that has room for interruption. In fact, the interruption is part of this story.
"Okay. So safe nests are where the Ma bunny births the babies. You know what 'births' means right?" I waited for the mo'o's answer. I got a nod. And then an answer.
"Yup, it's when the babies have their BIRTHDAY!" That smile as big as bowls showed up on the tablet screen. I laughed. That was as good an answer as any. I laughed and laughed some more.
"The bunnies on the campground have two places for nests. One is up on the hillside across the gravel road from our wagon. They hid in the bushes, and dig into the dirt to make birthday places.
The other nest place is across the field and behind the long fence. The long long fence is covered with Blackberry bushes. You don't know what Blackberry bushes are like... yet. But some day you'll visit us two Tutus and know why Blackberries ... briars ... are a terrific place for nests, and hiding places, for rabbits."
"Yay, I want to have one of MY birthday with you, Tutu! That will be awesome."
"Yup Mo'o honey. That will be!"
Ha, ha. The joke was on us. That bunny was not Purpza.
"There are lots of bunnies, rabbits and hares (not so many hares) on the campground. Baby bunnies start moving from their safe nests onto the open field once they are ... about as big as Tutu Pete's hand."
"Tutu?" The mo'o had a look of concentration.
"Yes honey." I said.
"Rabbits and bunnies are like the same?"
"Yeah, they are. Same same."
"And hairs?"
"Ah, now that's a good one. Hares are different, kinda like ... hum. You know what Tutu Pete looks like, right. He's tall. Long, and I'm short. I'm rounder. I'm browner. Well, a hare is like a rabbit and like a bunny but different. The hare is a REAL WILD rabbit or bunny. Neva was 'tame.' Always lived in the wild. In Nature and not in a house, or in a cage. A rabbit or bunny could have been born in a house, or a cage. Not the hare."
There was a look of noodling going on in the mo'o. I looked at Tutu Pete. He was going to try more talking, but then we both just let it be.
The mo'o had more questions.
"Where is the safe nest? And, bunnies live in nests?" I slowed down before answering. Telling a story, any story, is always so different if another person gets to stop the flow ... and ask. Some stories don't allow for that. Some stories aren't meant to be interrupted. BUT. This is the kind of story that has room for interruption. In fact, the interruption is part of this story.
"Okay. So safe nests are where the Ma bunny births the babies. You know what 'births' means right?" I waited for the mo'o's answer. I got a nod. And then an answer.
"Yup, it's when the babies have their BIRTHDAY!" That smile as big as bowls showed up on the tablet screen. I laughed. That was as good an answer as any. I laughed and laughed some more.
"The bunnies on the campground have two places for nests. One is up on the hillside across the gravel road from our wagon. They hid in the bushes, and dig into the dirt to make birthday places.
The other nest place is across the field and behind the long fence. The long long fence is covered with Blackberry bushes. You don't know what Blackberry bushes are like... yet. But some day you'll visit us two Tutus and know why Blackberries ... briars ... are a terrific place for nests, and hiding places, for rabbits."
"Yay, I want to have one of MY birthday with you, Tutu! That will be awesome."
"Yup Mo'o honey. That will be!"
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