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Wise Old Thumper
Despite only having had his last trip to the Animal Health Trust two days ago our intrepid explorer was out and about again this morning . . . and heading off towards the wildies pen . . (which has 3 wildies and pansy)
Parsley: [Peering in at the pen] Good morning all!
All in chorus: Good Morning Parsley [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
Parsley: errrrr . . I am sorry to have to mention this but, apart from the Glorious Pansy (tugs forlock at steely blue eyed matronly figure] you all seem to look exactly the same to me . . . now which one is Peasgood Nonsuch?
All in chorus: That one of course . . . the one with the uppey brown ears and slim face . . . [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
Parsley: mmm . . yes of course . . how could I be so silly . . . [gets out notepad from behind ear]
Now then Peasgood Nonsuch . . I have been asked to interview you for the readers of RU and my blog . . The first question is of course 'How on Earth did you come to be found in a pub?'
Peasgood Nonsuch: Chhkchbbingggzzx zzbbbchkkgg bbb chxcggghhbdg xxx bbrrnggchgg!!!!
Parsley: Ermmm . . .we may have a slight problem here . . . can you just hang on whilst I call in that pesky Pippin ?
Parsley: I say Pippin? Could you possibly be a helpful wildie and translate for me? It appears that Peasgood Nonsuch has yet to learn non-wildie language!
Pippin: Well - it depends - do I get to have time out and dig up the lawn and run madly round and nip everyone . . .
Parsley: Well - Ok - but dont tell papa I said so . . .
Pippin: So what do you want to know?
Parsley: Well our readers would like to know how Peasgood Nonsuch came to be found in a pub, and how he got his name and also what happened when he got lost under the fence the other day . . . and . . .
Pippin: You only get three questions I am afraid - wildie to non wildie translation takes me ages - its all those ggcchhkk's . . they are really hard on the throat if you were not born to it . . and I was hand reared so wildie is only my second language now - and Harebell is too shy to help though her non wildie is very good nowadays.
Parsley: [resignedly . . wishing he had chosen an easier subject] . . ok
[PERIOD OF FRANTIC 'CONVERSATION' BETWEEN PIPPIN AND PEASGOOD NONSUCH . . WITH MUCH WHISKER AND EAR WAGGLING AND SOME TAIL BOBBING AND SCRABBLING]
Parsley: Are you ready yet?
Peasgood Nonsuch: xxxxchkkrghhhhbb!!!!
Pippin: First of all then the story of how Peasgood Nonsuch got to the pub and then ended up here: He says . . . (roughly translated) . . grass grass then not grass then hard then strange place then people then scared then sounds then strange hop smell then picked up tall two legged things then four walls then other bun then boxed then fight then scared then hiding then sounds and scary outside again then here then hay then more hay then good people then Pippin then girlie then strange loss of furry things under tail then here again then good . . but beware bun with blue eyes and white bits!!!
All clear????
Parsley: . . Well mmmmm. . . . I guess it will have to do . . How about how he got his name?
Pippin (confers again with what seems mirror twin . . ): Peasgood Nonsuch says . . . grass and more grass and buns like him and wildie name then lost then hard things then forgot wildie name then here then whispers to Mama then name of old and ancient and venerable past of apple trees and orchards and old apple names of mama knowings of old things from wildie pasts . . .
Got It????
Parsley . . . [mutters under breath - why is this ALWAYS so difficult???] and now for the last question - why did he get lost last week and is he happy now?
Pippin: (confers again with what seems identical bunny . . ): Peasgood Nonsuch says: grass and more grass but more grass under fence thing and tunnel and dark and quiet and then more grass but lost and hole so small and no hole and panic and lost and sit very still and wait but lost hole and panic and then humans and noise and panic and then more humans and quiet and Papa's hands and then suddenly hole there again and bigger and rush through and rush and round and here and home again and back and home and . . beware bunny with blue eyes and white bits!!!
Parsley; Would I be guessing here that he finds your girlfriend Pansy a tad on the intimidating side?
Pippin: mmmmm . . . yes . . but dont tell Pansy . . .
Parsley: [rather relieved] Well I guess that wraps it up from the Wildies pen for now . . . bye all . .
All in Chorus: bye Parsley:wave::wave: [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
and here is a photo of Peasgood Nonsuch
Parsley: [Peering in at the pen] Good morning all!
All in chorus: Good Morning Parsley [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
Parsley: errrrr . . I am sorry to have to mention this but, apart from the Glorious Pansy (tugs forlock at steely blue eyed matronly figure] you all seem to look exactly the same to me . . . now which one is Peasgood Nonsuch?
All in chorus: That one of course . . . the one with the uppey brown ears and slim face . . . [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
Parsley: mmm . . yes of course . . how could I be so silly . . . [gets out notepad from behind ear]
Now then Peasgood Nonsuch . . I have been asked to interview you for the readers of RU and my blog . . The first question is of course 'How on Earth did you come to be found in a pub?'
Peasgood Nonsuch: Chhkchbbingggzzx zzbbbchkkgg bbb chxcggghhbdg xxx bbrrnggchgg!!!!
Parsley: Ermmm . . .we may have a slight problem here . . . can you just hang on whilst I call in that pesky Pippin ?
Parsley: I say Pippin? Could you possibly be a helpful wildie and translate for me? It appears that Peasgood Nonsuch has yet to learn non-wildie language!
Pippin: Well - it depends - do I get to have time out and dig up the lawn and run madly round and nip everyone . . .
Parsley: Well - Ok - but dont tell papa I said so . . .
Pippin: So what do you want to know?
Parsley: Well our readers would like to know how Peasgood Nonsuch came to be found in a pub, and how he got his name and also what happened when he got lost under the fence the other day . . . and . . .
Pippin: You only get three questions I am afraid - wildie to non wildie translation takes me ages - its all those ggcchhkk's . . they are really hard on the throat if you were not born to it . . and I was hand reared so wildie is only my second language now - and Harebell is too shy to help though her non wildie is very good nowadays.
Parsley: [resignedly . . wishing he had chosen an easier subject] . . ok
[PERIOD OF FRANTIC 'CONVERSATION' BETWEEN PIPPIN AND PEASGOOD NONSUCH . . WITH MUCH WHISKER AND EAR WAGGLING AND SOME TAIL BOBBING AND SCRABBLING]
Parsley: Are you ready yet?
Peasgood Nonsuch: xxxxchkkrghhhhbb!!!!
Pippin: First of all then the story of how Peasgood Nonsuch got to the pub and then ended up here: He says . . . (roughly translated) . . grass grass then not grass then hard then strange place then people then scared then sounds then strange hop smell then picked up tall two legged things then four walls then other bun then boxed then fight then scared then hiding then sounds and scary outside again then here then hay then more hay then good people then Pippin then girlie then strange loss of furry things under tail then here again then good . . but beware bun with blue eyes and white bits!!!
All clear????
Parsley: . . Well mmmmm. . . . I guess it will have to do . . How about how he got his name?
Pippin (confers again with what seems mirror twin . . ): Peasgood Nonsuch says . . . grass and more grass and buns like him and wildie name then lost then hard things then forgot wildie name then here then whispers to Mama then name of old and ancient and venerable past of apple trees and orchards and old apple names of mama knowings of old things from wildie pasts . . .
Got It????
Parsley . . . [mutters under breath - why is this ALWAYS so difficult???] and now for the last question - why did he get lost last week and is he happy now?
Pippin: (confers again with what seems identical bunny . . ): Peasgood Nonsuch says: grass and more grass but more grass under fence thing and tunnel and dark and quiet and then more grass but lost and hole so small and no hole and panic and lost and sit very still and wait but lost hole and panic and then humans and noise and panic and then more humans and quiet and Papa's hands and then suddenly hole there again and bigger and rush through and rush and round and here and home again and back and home and . . beware bunny with blue eyes and white bits!!!
Parsley; Would I be guessing here that he finds your girlfriend Pansy a tad on the intimidating side?
Pippin: mmmmm . . . yes . . but dont tell Pansy . . .
Parsley: [rather relieved] Well I guess that wraps it up from the Wildies pen for now . . . bye all . .
All in Chorus: bye Parsley:wave::wave: [with a faint accompanying sound of chhkchbbingggzzx]
and here is a photo of Peasgood Nonsuch