rabswood
Wise Old Thumper
...and stormy night; the Rabsville Bunnies were safely locked up away from harms reach, tummies full and noses twitching. The wind was howling and Big feared for her life when the tarpaulin covering the condo became detached blowing into the air and flapping out of control.
Big: Oh no Beige it looks like the Condo might take off in the wind and blow me off to Oz again and this time you are here too so you will see I was telling the truth and not just dreaming.
Beige is in the nest but remains silent
Big: I wonder who the Condo will land on this time and squish. ..I hope it’s the vet.
Big digs her claws into the condo carpet and sits wide eyed nose peeping out from her pink fleece blanket as the wind blows the hay in their hayrack.
Big: Beige are you asleep? I don’t know how you can sleep through this storm. I think you should phone the Mummy, tell her I need the Snugglesafe for comfort. Is it drafty in the nest? I wonder if it’s this windy in Essex. Daisy doesn’t like any extremes of weather, especially when leaves get blown down and attack her. She’d hate it here the leaves are blowing like confetti out there.
Beige remains silent.
Big: Beige wake up I don’t like it on my own (Big hops over to the nest compartment, it’s dark and she can only see a pile of hay) Move over I need to hide in the hay.
As she moves closer she hears...
(slow) ‘du-du, du-du’
Big: Beige what’s that?
(faster) ‘du-du-du, du-du-du’
Big: Oh no it’s the Jaws music, I’ve seen that film… oh no help me Nanny Pat there’s a shark in the nest. Beige is not here I think he’s already been nommed!
(loud) ’DU-DU!!!’
Beige leaps out of the hay with a cardboard triangle sellotaped to his back
Big drops down dead with a heart attack.
Beige finishes off the hay in the hayrack
THE END
Big: Oh no Beige it looks like the Condo might take off in the wind and blow me off to Oz again and this time you are here too so you will see I was telling the truth and not just dreaming.
Beige is in the nest but remains silent
Big: I wonder who the Condo will land on this time and squish. ..I hope it’s the vet.
Big digs her claws into the condo carpet and sits wide eyed nose peeping out from her pink fleece blanket as the wind blows the hay in their hayrack.
Big: Beige are you asleep? I don’t know how you can sleep through this storm. I think you should phone the Mummy, tell her I need the Snugglesafe for comfort. Is it drafty in the nest? I wonder if it’s this windy in Essex. Daisy doesn’t like any extremes of weather, especially when leaves get blown down and attack her. She’d hate it here the leaves are blowing like confetti out there.
Beige remains silent.
Big: Beige wake up I don’t like it on my own (Big hops over to the nest compartment, it’s dark and she can only see a pile of hay) Move over I need to hide in the hay.
As she moves closer she hears...
(slow) ‘du-du, du-du’
Big: Beige what’s that?
(faster) ‘du-du-du, du-du-du’
Big: Oh no it’s the Jaws music, I’ve seen that film… oh no help me Nanny Pat there’s a shark in the nest. Beige is not here I think he’s already been nommed!
(loud) ’DU-DU!!!’
Beige leaps out of the hay with a cardboard triangle sellotaped to his back
Big drops down dead with a heart attack.
Beige finishes off the hay in the hayrack
THE END