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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
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2:44 pm - Panic stations!
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*Gopher scurried through the undergrowth, the long grass whipping against his face as he hurried to meet his newest (and, let's face it, ONLY) friend. He couldn't wait to spend more time with the lean and sinuous rodent. The very rodent with whom he'd fallen in immediate, and deep lust. Glancing up at the sky, he saw that it was already nearly half past midday. "Dammit," he thought to himself. "I'm never going to make it in time at this rate! Damn these short, stumpy legs, and their lack of running skills!" Pushing himself harder, the small brown ball of fur sprinted through a clearing, ducking between the worn tree stumps, and skipping over a flowerbed, or two. His chest began to ache, and he could hardly breathe, but he refused to give in. It was likely that he'd never get another chance and he intended to be there, or die trying (which looked likely if the stiching in his side was anything to go by). Finally he came over the rise of the hill, and he could see Rabbit in the distance... it wasn't far now but, oh, how his little paws hurt. Oh no! Rabbit was turning, he was leaving! Nooooooooo! Gopher tried to call to him, but he was too out of breath. He could let Rabbit leave, he just couldn't! Running harder now, panting with every breath, Gopher sprinted (as much as a gopher can sprint) down the hill, but lost his balance, falling, rolling and cartwheeling down the rest of the steep incline. Right. Into. Rabbit.*
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Dear Rabbit
Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry! I honestly didn't mean to bowl you over like that but I was running because I didn't want to be late and miss our picnic. I've been so looking forward to it and I'm really not terribly good at running, and I feel, you see, that's why I knocked you over. I do hope you aren't hurt! Let me check! *pats Rabbit down gently, quickly, but thoroughly, running his hands over the lithe, furry body underneath him* I'll never forgive myself if I've damaged you! Are you sure you're okay? You're not just saying that to make me not feel so badly? No, no... let me carry that *takes the picnic hamper from Rabbit* after all, it's the least I can do after almost killing you.
Frantic and embarrassed as all get out,
Gopher
PS. I'm sorry I'm all sweaty but I was running, and I don't think gophers were meant to run.
PPS. Your ears look so beautiful and pink in the sunlight. It really is breathtaking.
PPPS. I hope there's lots of food because I'm starving.
current mood:  exhausted
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| Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
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7:25 pm - Hope springs eternal, but Despair winters in the Hundred Aker Wood.
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Rabbit's Secret Diary
Visit went tolerably well, but G. seemed distracted when leaving. Have probably given him a disgust of me. Disappointed, but unsurprised. Will find out for certain soon enough. G. will probably cancel picnic. Am miserable, and probably deserve it.
Gopher
Thank you for your visit yesterday. I find your company extremely very pleasant. If you are still amenable, I will be leaving for the picnic at precisely exactly approximately about half past noon. I understand if you have more pressing concerns, or simply do not wish to join me. Please let me know.
Rabbit
current mood:  dorky
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| Saturday, September 27th, 2003
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5:10 pm - Gopherly thoughts
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The next morning found Gopher sat curled on a tree stump just outside his burrow. He'd been there for many hours but remembered none of them, so lost in his thoughts was he. The large brown rodent was going over and over the events of the previous afternoon in his mind. He was satisfied that he'd behaved impeccably, or as impeccably as he was able, and had not offended Rabbit even once. He was relieved at that, as he so wanted the prickly rabbit to like him, to be his friend, and maybe - in time - be much more than that. It was Gopher's most fervent wish to be able to hold Rabbit tightly, wrapped in his short arms, and to be able to stroke those lucious long ears for hours on end. He really couldn't wait til this afternoon when they'd be together again, and Gopher could once again smell the distinctive aroma that signified his new friend's presence. Gopher had never smelled anything so sweet, so inviting, so... wow... before. If only Gopher could be sure of his welcome. Rabbit still hadn't replied to his last note. Maybe Gopher had managed to offend him in the end, anyway. He hoped not, he really, really did, because he had a sneaking suspicion that Rabbit could end up being the "everything" he'd overheard Owl waxing lyrical about. He sighed, long and loud. Rabbit normally replied within an hour of Gopher sending his own note but maybe Rabbit was busy? Too busy to be bothered with silly conversations with an equally silly and besotted gopher. Gopher slumped, glumly, then shook himself. He was acting like Eeyore, which was never a good sign. He had work to get started if he was going to make it to Rabbit's on time for their appointment. With that thought, Gopher hopped down to the ground, his legs protesting after having been curled under him for so long, and trotted off into the dense undergrowth
current mood:  anxious
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| Saturday, September 20th, 2003
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6:03 pm - A ray of hope...
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*Perplexed by Rabbit's staring, Gopher strokes his paws self-consciously over the fur on his belly. He begins to chew on his bottom lip in nervousness. And maybe - just maybe - Rabbit may like Gopher as much Gopher likes Rabbit but as Gopher's never been in a situation where he's actually liked someone before, let alone had them like him back, he's at a loss for what to do. Besides, perhaps the pale yellow rodent was only being friendly? Gopher decided it was of no use getting his hopes up only to have them dashed, as they no doubt would. He would be lucky if Rabbit wanted to offer him a paw in friendship, and he'd be happy with that. He would. Friendship was better than nothing, even if it were to eat away at his heart every day, as Gopher suspected it just might do.*
Rabbit
My fur isn't that smooth, in fact, it's kind of rough. Here *grabs hold of Rabbit's right paw, tugging him closer* have a feel...*Rabbit does so, at Gopher's insistence* And I do think you're very attractive. Any pretty rabbity girl would be lucky to have you as her mate! You're very smart and funny, and you're not big-headed at all.
A picnic sounds very nice. Very nice indeed. I could bring some strawberries, as there's a patch of them growing near the entrance to my burrow. They are looking deliciously ripe at the moment. I can't think of anything I'd rather do.
Gopher
current mood:  grateful
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1:43 am - "When love beckons to you, follow him,/Though his ways are hard and steep."
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Rabbit clutches one paw to his chest, just at the spot where Gopher touched him, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. Hope, long an emotion he has ruthlessly suppressed for his own good, is rising in him. Like a balloon inflating inside him, it makes him feel light, as if at any moment he might begin to float a few inches off the ground.
Gopher
No, it was entirely my own fault. I hope you'll forgive my clumsiness. You don't strike me as being at all uncoordinated.
Attractive? Me? I hardly think so. Your fur is much nicer than mine. It looks so smooth, and it catches the light and.... *trails off, staring at Gopher's exposed tummy* Yes. Well, as I said, it's very se nice. Very nice, indeed.
I would like nothing better than for you to join me tomorrow. I could bring a picnic lunch and we could eat it there by the stream before we dig up the rosebush. It would be romantic fun. Do say you will.
L
Yours
Sincer
Yours,
Rabbit
current mood: happy
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12:29 am - Walk away from the light
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Rabbit
Oh, don't worry about it. There's nothing to be sorry for, I enjoyed having you on my lap er, that is I am sure it was my fault anyway as I'm remarkably unco-ordinated for a gopher. I get it from my father's side of the family, you know. He had a tree fall on him more than once and was only saved of a very fortunate stumble each time except the last one.
Yes. *glances up to catch Rabbit's eye, and then quickly drops his gaze* I think it's attractive. There's nothing particularly interesting about being brown all over. Even my belly's brown... see! *leans back and directs Rabbit's attention to his own tummy* But you have those lovely white patches *Gopher's unaware that he has reached out and lightly touched the tuft of hair on Rabbit's chest with his stubby claws before returning his paws to his lap* which must just catch the light and, er... never mind, I'm sorry. I'm rambling. I've never rambled before so I'm not entirely sure how to stop.
I would very much enjoy spending time with you... digging holes... I'd like to help you with the rosebush, if you'd like me to *hopeful mutterings*
Yours
Gopher
current mood:  enthralled
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| Friday, September 19th, 2003
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12:16 am - R+G 2getha 4eva!
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Gopher
I...I beg your pardon. That was so clumsy of me. Really unpardonable. I'm so embarrassed. It was an accident, I promise, but I realize that doesn't change the fact that...well, I'm sorry. And. Well.
Attractive? Do you really think so? I've always been a bit ashamed of my pale coloring. I'd much rather have dark, lustrous fur like yours. So sleek and sexy glossy. Er...I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to be rude.
Yes, that's the rosebush I mean. I'd be very pleased to have your company tomorrow, if you aren't disgusted with me busy.
Rabbit
current mood: hopeful
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| Thursday, September 18th, 2003
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8:05 pm - Disillusionment and self-flagellation, thy name is Gopher
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Gopher's Secret Diary
Oh no. You should have seen Rabbit storm off in disgust when I tried to touch him. He couldn't wait to leave the room. I'm so stupid. He played it off as an excuse to get more tea but he held the teapot between us like a shield. He hates me and my stupid desire... well, just desire, really. Why do I want to touch him so badly? Sure, he's soft and that dusky pinkness calls to me but it can't just be that. It's not like I've ever been into softness before. What is is about Rabbit that's so very... uh... well, attractive??
Rabbit
It's a very nice warren you have here and it's amazing what you've done with the place. I remember what this place was like when my Uncle Mortimer lived in here. So you've done wonderfully. I especially like that hat stand. Oh and my burrow is all right, it's more a problem of over furnishing than anything else. I do have furniture - well, a little anyway - but it's usually - okay, always - buried under my stuff. That's why I tend to sleep on the floor most of the time. Of course you're not being forward. I appreciate the concern.
Well, I think that hint of pink is very attractive on you... um, I mean, well... yes... *gulps* attractive
Holes are wonderful *sighs dreamily*... Not that rather large and slightly tangled rose bush by the stream? the one with the pale pink blooms the colour of your ears the sunset? I would love enjoy digging in a hole with you. If you're sure you can stand my company again?
Gopher
Gopher is shocked when he realises he has a lapful of startled bunny... almost too shocked to move. Unthinkingly he steadies the quivering rodent by placing his paws on Rabbit's slender hips, marvelling at the softness of the lemon-yellow fur on the pads of his paws. Rabbit's quiet whimper is misinterpreted as protest and Gopher's heart plummets in his chest like a bell when the rope's been cut. He ever so gently eases Rabbit to his feet and resists the urge to pat Rabbit's flank. Ducking his head, Gopher blinks back frustrated tears at having been rejected by the one and only toy he had ever truly liked in any respect.
current mood: anxious
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2:39 am - Humiliation, Rabbit-style.
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Stunned and thrilled by Gopher's aborted attempt at contact, Rabbit jumps to his feet, close to hyperventilating, his heart beating double-time. Wishing desperately that he'd acquired the habit of wearing clothing that some other toys affect, even if only Pooh's inadequate shirt or Piglet's odd little leotard, he grabs the nearly empty teapot and holds it desperately in front of him. Making noises about brewing another pot, he misses Gopher's shattered expression at his hasty retreat.
Gopher
Do you really like it? It's not all that much, but I suppose it's homey, as I've lived here for many years. I'm sure your place can't be that bad. Perhaps Kanga is being fastidious. Still, if you'd like some help furnishing it, we can always talk to Christopher Robin about getting you some toy-sized furniture, as he did for the rest of us. Er...that is to say, I'd be happy to mention it to him if you like, should I see him before you do. I hope I'm not being too forward. If I am, please let me know.
My...my ears are a bit pink inside, yes. Most people don't notice. I believe I get it from my mother's side of the family. Most of my brothers and sisters--at least ninety-eight out of the hundred-and-seven of us--have pink ears. I...er, I beg your pardon, I don't mean to babble.
So, holes. Yes, they are wonderful, aren't they? I'm considering transplanting a wild rose bush that I found in the eastern stretch of the Wood. Perhaps you'd like to stop by tomorrow, or another day that's convenient for you, and we could dig a hole together. Or...well, only if you want to. I don't want to pester you, or....anything. Um. Yes.
Rabbit
PS--As am I, and you're welcome any time. I'll be right out with more tea.
Rabbit's Secret Diary: Kitchen Supplement
G. touched me!!! Well, almost. My ears. Perhaps he has a fetish for ears? Or for the color pink? Am excited, but v. nervous. Acted like a complete ninny, of course. Nearly upset tea tray & rushed off with teapot held not-at-all-conspicuously in front of groin. Stupid, stupid Rabbit! Have asked G. back for gardening, tho' he'll most likely decline. Assuming he even understood me. Prolonged discussion of holes not good for my composure, nor for my grammar.
Returning to the parlor, Rabbit places the tea on the tray, then picks up the plate and turns to go back to the kitchen for more carrots and cakes. In an attempt to casually twitch his ears, the better to display their inner pinkness, he trips over an ottoman and lands, to his eternal, intense mortification, right over Gopher's lap, his fluffy white tail tickling the other toy's chin.
current mood:  embarrassed
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9:02 am - Tea cures a number of ills...
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Rabbit
Roo isn't so bad and he likes to help me scavenge look for things in the forest. You really think my teeth are nice and not overly large for my mouth *tilts head back to give Rabbit a better angle* I'd much prefer your teeth, they're quite a handsome pair.
I don't mind how the carrots come, I'm not a fussy gopher, really. Maybe whole since that would be the least amount of work. I do like your carrots and the tea was just delightful. I do see what you mean about the dunking. It's delightful.
I too love a good hole. There's nothing like taking your time investigating a new one as thoroughly as possible.
Just in the insides of your ears there's the faintest hint of pink... just... right... th- *reaches out to touch but when Rabbit's eyes widen Gopher snatches his paw back, blushing furiously and chastising himself under his breath* Uh... well, you see... um...
You have a lovely home here. It's so warm and inviting. Nothing like my burrow which Kanga refuses to enter. I guess it is rather chock full of my things. I'm a bit of a hoarder, you see.
Gopher
PS. Thank you for inviting me to tea, I am having a lovely time.
Gopher's Secret Diary chewed into some tea bark
Oh no! What have I done? What Rabbit must think of me! He looked so shocked and disgusted when I tried to touch him *hearty sigh* Why did I do that? I am so stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! His ears just looked so pinkly soft, kinda like Piglet but Pooh'd rip my hands off if I even tried to touch that little porcine runt, not that I'd want to anyway - he always smells of licorice and honey. I hate honey. But Rabbit will never invite me over for tea again. I have ruined everything! And I was trying so hard not to act like a jerk and now I've gone and offended him anyway. Owl was right: I really am a lost cause. I'm a rodent who should be ostracised from all other toys *silent sniffle*
current mood: embarrassed
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| Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
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3:56 pm - The tea's not the only thing that's hot and fresh.
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Rabbit
Really, that Roo! In my day, cubs and hatchlings and such were seen and not heard. I assure you, your teeth look perfectly fine to me. Quite nice, even. Ahem. The tea is nearly done. That bark mixture you brought along smelled very good, I'm sure it will be delicious. Would you like your carrots sliced or whole? Another cake?
Pink? Oh, er...yes, my ears are rather pinkish. Delic...? Um. *furious blush* Thank you.
I don't mind digging in the least. And I understand all about following your natural gopherly inclinations. We rabbits are also confirmed diggers and burrowers, remember. There's nothing quite like delving into a deep, dark, inviting hole and...ahem. Tea's ready! I'll just go get the tray.
Rabbit
Rabbit's Secret Diary: Kitchen Supplement
Must catch breath. G. more sleekly delicious than I'd remembered. Seems to really like my ears. Discussion of digging holes nearly derailed into something else altogether. Mustn't frighten him away with lust that is no doubt unrequited. Will try to keep mind out of proverbial gutter. Not v. easy, though, given present company.
current mood:  horny
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3:44 pm - Gopherial lament
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Rabbit
I am sure carrots and tea do taste just spiffy together and I am surprised I never thought to try it before now. I guess Kanga is right and you do learn something new every day. I'd like to learn lots of new things with you... er, I mean... um... I think you'd like the bark, it gives the tea an extra bite but it's really only if you like bark a lot, and I do.
Oh and I was talking about your ears being deliciously um, a little pink on the inside but never mind, it wasn't important.
If you're sure you don't mind me digging... I will try not to make too much of a mess. It's just when I get nervous -- and you do make me a little nervous -- I start to dig, Kanga calls it "gopherly intuition and a defense mechanism". I think that means that I do it because that's what gophers do.
I'll be right over,
Gopher
PS. I knew you'd understand about the teeth but really, your teeth are so well proportioned for your face. Mine *hangs head* are just huge, as Roo always tells me. I guess it's a good thing I like to gnaw on things. Plus, they came in handy that time Tigger'd gotten himself stuck inside that tree trunk.
Gopher's Secret Diary scratched into the inside of a fallen tree trunk
I'd better start heading over to Rabbit's house now. I don't want to be late. What would he think of me. And he did say 4 o'clock... not 5 minutes after 4. Please don't let me make a fool of myself! Rabbit is always so calm and collected, and he's so smart! Why would he want to be friends with me? And he's so handsome, too. What am I thinking? He's not even my friend yet and I'm already jumping to the next level. He may despise me after he gets to know me. He may realise my teeth are even bigger than he remembers. I think I might be going crazy but I can do this. I can go over there and have a good time and not be despised for being a rude and ungracious guest. I can.
current mood:  determined
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| Tuesday, September 16th, 2003
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11:07 pm - Never send a marsupial to do a rodent's job.
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Gopher
Carrots and tea taste surprisingly good together. You'll have to try it. Don't feel obliged to like it, though. I won't mind. And I'll try some of your bark, if you don't mind. I like to try new things. I mean, new teas. Er...anyway. I...I couldn't quite make out...did you ask me something about cars? I don't have any pink cars. I've got a very roomy wheelbarrow, though.
I'll see you in an hour.
Rabbit
PS--I don't mind if you want to dig, though we should probably wait until after tea. We could dig in the garden a bit, you could help me with my vegetables. That is, if you want to.
PPS--Unsightly? Why, that's just speciesism, plain and simple! We're rodents, we're supposed to have large, shimmering, sensual er, teeth. It's natural. Using our teeth to nibble and gnaw, as they were intended to do, is most definitely not unsightly. Really, what can Kanga have been thinking?
Rabbit's Secret Diary
Only 55 min. to go! Cakes made, carrots scrubbed, tea things set out. Eyes returning to natural color slowly, but have drunk so much cham. tea that bladder may burst. Must go have bath. Will maybe try some of that Zen meditation E. is always blathering about, tho' it doesn't seem to have helped his disposition much. Hope G. arrives on time; can't take suspense much longer.
PS--K. has been filling G.'s head with anti-rodent propaganda. Large teeth unsightly? Pah! He's got the sexiest teeth I've ever seen. So long and glistening and well-enamelled. Ahem. Better make that a cold bath.
current mood:  irate
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| Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
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10:47 am - Gopherly worries
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Gopher's secret diary gouged into the clay wall of his hidden burrow
I'm not sure exactly why I am going to Rabbit's place in *scampers quickly outside to check the position of the sun in the sky, then scampers back* 3 hours. He makes me nervous and I'm worried I'll say something to upset him. I just can't help it. I'm no good at conversation and being around other toys. Kanga says I go on the defensive when I'm uncomfortable. I've never had a friend before and I don't want to mess it up on the very first day, especially by saying something offensive like how very much I'd like to stroke the inside of his ears. They're just so soft looking, you know. *stares blankly for a moment, lost in visions of Rabbit's soft ears before rousing himself* I wonder if I should take flowers or a nice coil of chicken wire as a gift? I am not used to being invited anywhere but Kanga's and she's never liked chicken wire and Rabbit's male. What to do in this type of situation? I really, really want Rabbit to like me, which is scaring me in a most ungopherific way. Why is his opinion so important to me?
Rabbit
I will bring my own bark then, just in case. My mother used to make the nicest mix of barks for her tea and I've been spoiled a little, I'm afraid. I don't mind if you want to dunk your carrots, I enjoy carrots myself, although I have never tried them with tea... maybe I can do that today?
Have your ears always been that particular shade of pink in the centre? Er... I'll see you in a few hours.
Um,
Gopher
PS. I like to dig. A lot. I will try very hard not to do any digging while I am with you, though, as I have been told I can make quite a mess.
PPS. Really? You don't think it's unsightly? Kanga always says it is but she doesn't have as disproportionate teeth as I do.
current mood: hopeful
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| Tuesday, September 16th, 2003
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4:02 pm - Oh, the plush, stuffed drama!
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Gopher
If you're not used to talking about yourself, then I'll just have to keep asking questions. I don't mind, I've been told that I'm a nosy old toy.
I don't mind at all if you want to have some bark in your tea. After all, cinnamon is a bark, and willow tea is made with bark, too. I'm not sure which tree you prefer, though, so you might want to bring your own unless there are some trees you like nearby. And I'll hope that you won't mind if I dunk my carrots in my tea. I usually try not to do so in front of company, but since we're being casual.... Oh, and it's nearly five past noon now, so you've got almost four hours before you have to be here. I'll see you then.
Er,
Rabbit
PS--I really do like scratching in the dirt. That, combined with my love of carrots, is what drew me to gardening in the first place. And walking in the rain is very nice, especially with someone else too.
PPS--I don't mind if you want to gnaw your bark, either. I gnaw carrots all the time, and sometimes radishes, too. I don't think it's unsightly.
Rabbit's Secret Diary
G. will be here in less than 4 hrs. V. nervous. Whiskers and ears twitching uncontrollably. May need to nibble 1/2 Valium. Perhaps not, cham. tea may be better choice. Am unfortunately v. susceptible to meds.
G. signed last letter "Yours" and then scratched it out. Thrilling, but confusing!
PS--Binged on carrots all morning. Must have eaten 1/2 bushel. Whites of eyes turning orange!
current mood:  confused
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2:51 pm - A walk in the park
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Rabbit
Kanga and I aren't what I'd call "close" exactly. Tolerating each other would be a much more accurate description of our relationship. I don't mind you asking me questions as Kanga always says I never talk about myself unless I get prodded into it.
I like my tea strong with a little stewed bark in it... do you have any bark, or should I bring my own? Kanga said not to gnaw on it but I think it'd be okay to have it in my tea, don't you? I won't if you don't want me to. I don't want to offend you after you've been so nice, what with inviting me over for tea and everything.
Yours
Gopher
PS. I would love to take a stroll with you and I LOVE to scratch in the dirt! You really like it, too? I've never had a friend known someone who like scratching as much as me before! It is my favourite thing to do... besides gnawing on bark, which Kanga says looks unsightly. We could always go for a walk in the rain. Although, it doesn't look like it'll rain this afternoon... but if it does I don't mind the rain. And I can bring an umbrella for you if you'd prefer to stay dry, if you want? The rain can be so romantic nice and soothing, don't you think?
PPS. Is it four o'clock yet? I mean, Tigger knocked the only clock I had on the floor last week and, so far, I haven't been able to put all the parts together again.
current mood: nervous
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| Monday, September 15th, 2003
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9:22 pm - Jealousy rears its furry, long-eared head.
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Gopher
I hadn't realized that you and Kanga were so...close. Are you and she Do the two of you How, er, how long have the two of you known one another? I'm just...ah...curious. I don't mean to be intrusive, you understand. Just making conversation.
Never fear, most of the teas I have are good, plain black tea. I just thought that I'd give you a choice. You can have whatever you like any kind you like.
Rabbit
PS--I thought, if the weather is fine tomorrow, that we might take a stroll through my vegetable garden. Only if you want to, though. I realize that not everyone is as interested in scratching in the dirt as I am, though perhaps you...well, we'll see. It might rain, anyway.
current mood:  jealous
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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9:36 am - A mothering kangaroo is an annoying kangaroo
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Rabbit
Overzealous is putting it rather mildly. She gets like a rabid dog if Roo's been remembering to wash behind his ears, she goes into a mothering overload and I, unfortuntely, am usually the one she unleashes it upon. I fear she feels I need to be taken care of. Goodness knows why, as I have been looking after my gopherly self ever since I was a wee pup.
Tea? I like tea but I have never had any of these strange flavours before. Do you have any plain old English tea, in case I don't like any of the fancy flavoursome ones?
Gopher
PS. I would like that.
Gopher's (Crumpled) List of Important Things to Remember Whenever you are in the Company of Others --- Written by Kanga
Do not under any circumstances dig any holes
This goes for rolling in the dirt, as well
Say please and thank you
Listen
Please don't chew on your bottom lip, it looks like you're trying to eat your own face
Do not gnaw on wood chips, it is unsightly
Comment favourably on your company's appearance (for example, their eyes, or their fur)
Chew your food with as much of your mouth shut as possible
Resist the urge to "borrow" things
Try to smile at least once
DO NOT MAKE THEM CRY
current mood: nervous
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| Friday, September 5th, 2003
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11:34 am - Details, Details....
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Gopher
Yes, Kanga can be a bit overzealous when it comes to grooming others. She reminds me of a monkey I once met, a fellow named George. I once had to forcibly prevent her from taking that brush to me to remove a burr I'd picked up. Most distressing.
Oolong and Darjeeling are types of tea. I also have some spicy apple-type stuff that Christopher Robin always asks for when he visits, and some honey-chamomile that Pooh (who else?) gave me last Christmas. We can have any kind you like.
Rabbit
PS--I think I may have a spare vegetable brush that would come in handy for brushing your fur. It's much softer than the one Kanga uses. You could try it and see if you like it.
Rabbit's To Do List
Find brush for G.
Take out good china.
Dust!
Weed vegetable garden.
Give carrots weekly pep talk to enhance growth.
Take bath. (Find scented soap from Piglet, 2 bdays past.)
Brush ears.
Bake tea cakes.
Look for more things G. might want.
Breathe, foolish rabbit!
current mood:  excited
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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1:06 am - A little less conversation, a little more action please...
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Rabbit
I had cleaned up a little otherwise Kanga insists on doing it herself *shudders at the very thought* She's very rough with the scrubbing brush, which I am sure is made of nails. I am lucky that brown covers a multitude of dirt types. Clay, though, always makes me look like I've been out in the sun for too long, or so Kanga tells me.
I will remember. Four o'clock.
Gopher
PS. What is Oolong or Darjeeling? Are they a type of carrot? It doesn't sound like it but you never do know. I spend so much time in my burrow that I lose touch with a lot of the new fangled things, like this Atkins diet that Pooh is on and was discussing with everyone at the picnic who'd listen.
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