She Kept A Parrot
A Journal For Charlie
George, The Bunny, For Elmeliat and CK
Do I have an àpropos story for every subject? Of course. Elmeliat and CK are teasing me about my dimwitted failure to recollect and put together several references to Steinbeck and Shakespeare, and cartoons. Well, here is a bunny for CK. He already has a name. It is almost as if he were waiting for KC to claim him and squeeze him…ever so gently, now. Watch her, Joseph, while I spin my tale about mice and men and rabbits. Ck is mercurial and a little strange, you know….not as benign as she appears.
My son-in-law (hereafter, known as JC) snapped fat George’s portrait once at a stock show here in our town. George was unremarkable except for his fat. Perhaps, he took a Blue for the fattest rabbit with the nicest fur pillow on which to nap. Somehow, he didn’t look like the smartest rabbit in the warren. I don’t know. What I do know is that JC snapped away innocently enough.
Then a thorny situation, somewhat reminiscent of the briar patch conundrum, arose. His mother-in-law (hereafter, known as George) saw the portrait. Now poor JC did not know this woman very well. He married her daughter. The connection to the daughter. That they had in common. Not much else at that point. For a moment, it appeared that they might never have much else in common. Then the old woman laughed and assured the young man all was forgiven.
Old, dumb, fat rabbit, huh? She-of-the-same-name reserves a last opinion to this day.
28 Comments on “George, The Bunny, For Elmeliat and CK”
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She Kept A Parrot 
That’ll teach ’em to tease clever George. Nice story, Mollusk-friend. And I think that rabbit looks perfectly content. How could you not be, with a gelatinous jowl like that to rest your sleepy head.
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That is too sweet of a rabbit to be a cringing moment for your son-in-law! A great story though, one that has been told around the dinner table a few times I’ll bet.
elisa
p.s. I had to look up “warren” to “refresh my memory.” 🙂
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I wasn’t teasing, just making my typical global connections to whatever is in my head. I can see I am having a positive influence – you came up with this delightful rabbit tale. Makes me very HOPPY. 😀
So your then new son-law saw you as soft and cuddly, but sufficiently intimidating enough, that he needed to have a barrier to protect himself/contain you.
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If he saw me as being remotely “soft and cuddly”, he’d be the first one! 😉
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I love that you used Warren…
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just for you, Michael. I knew you’d appreciate the esoteric reference. 😉
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You just made my day George! 🙂
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Ha Ha 🙂
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Good sense of humor! I like it!
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I thought it was just too funny when I saw that the rabbit’s name was “George”!
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hahahahaha–it reminds me of how in the early ’50s there weren’t a whole lot of Lance’s in our suburb. We moved from California to Rochester, N. Y. when I was all of four. Anyway, I was playing in our new front yard when I suddenly heard, “LANCE! LANCE!” So I went running all the way down to the biggest house on the block, to the woman in her bathrobe, open-toed house slippers, hair in spoolies (remember those?), smoking a Lucky out the side of her mouth, and I said, “Yes?” She glanced down at me and said, “Not you–him . . .” And I turned around and there was this flea-circling, hair-matted smudge of a mutt waddling its way to the doorstep. That’s when they should have changed my name to Charlie Brown (yes, self-pity does run in my family–it’s my most prized inherited trait, and I’ve dutifully passed to down).
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I meant to say, “passed it down”.
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At least your alter ego was a bit further up the food chain than mine! How funny. The Self-Pity gene is recessive, I think. So….there must be a whole lot of self-pitying folks around. Otherwise, so many pairs couldn’t have found each other to have produced so many of us! You are comparatively lucky (if there are degrees of luck) since Lance was not a character in Dick Tracy. Gravel Gertie was. There are even children’s rhymes for poor children like me. “Georgie Porgie, puddin’ and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry!” That particular one is a character-builder of some magnitude when it is applied to a headstrong girl, believe me. 😉
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This was amazing dear George, I loved. Thank you, with my love, nia
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… my initials are CK … I’ll take the bunny any day … he/ she is cute … 🙂
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Hi, Cat. You and CK have something in common. She’s a little strange, but she’s harmless….I think. He’s FAT. That was the problem. It was a funny family joke thing. Thanks for stopping by.
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Good Lord, what does that bunny eat?????
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I don’t know George personally, but I’d guess he eats a lot of junk food! 😉
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maybe he eats peeps and cadberry eggs? or lots and lots and lots of carrots so he can see in the dark and through things like superman! only once, he found a green carrot, and it made him sick and shrunked him inside his fur so now it all hangs on him like that so he uses it for a pillow!
a story by Mia
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Ooohh…bunneh! Also, yay for linkages to not-so-random wiki pagies! I like it…I took some silk once, but the spider got mad and I had to stuff it back in. And I wuz never teasing you, my George of the so-nice pictures and words and comment-compliments! I was just making you stretch…I -like- that. *hug-cuddles* I promise in future I will remember that you are nice and old and slow and I will take pity on you. (pshyeah, right! Like -that’s- ever gonna happen! And like if it did, you wouldn’t pummel me about the head and shoulders with a nice fat bunneh! 😉 )
KC & Co.
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Ha Ha Ha. I have to admit it. Whatcha’ mean? KC links to you. Initially, it linked to some dumb thing like “queen” or whatever WP Editor wanted it to. I fixed it like a nice old lady. 🙂
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heh, so it do. I musta slipped in right before you got it changed. it’s ok, I liked the old one…it was about british court lawyers or something. Said the phrase for their accepting the job was “Taking the silk.” 😉 But yeah, prolly better to aim’em at me…I can use all the help I can get! *hugs* Sorry I’m not writing so much today, my hands are hurtey because I’ve been being stupid and not taking the meds I need to make them not. (*whines* But it’s a shot! Only not anymore cause my doc switched me back to the pills so yay. In a few weeks they should stop cramping up and locking… >;< )
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Hey, Girl, you can stretch me all you like…on the rack even, but PLEASE don’t make me watch that grainy, black and white clip of you stuffing the silk back in that spider! I tried to skip that part, but it stuck in my head like a very bad tune. The only thing I hate worse than Joseph’s eyeballs is the visual of a spider getting her silk stuffed back. A black and yellow one got on my crinoline petticoat when I was a girl. When I took it off, the spider fell on the floor. I dropped my older sister’s dictionary on the thing. It still has a spot on it like a stain at a crime scene. Aaaack! 😉
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Yay spider guts…that’s kinda what happened with the silk, too, come to think of it. But I digress…and regress…and even occasionally progress…but I charge for that. *hugs*
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you are amazing..and that is one big rabbit!
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My son-in-law was embarrassed when I noticed it. I knew he had not done it on purpose, but he had that look as if he’s thinking….”Ain’t no way that woman is gonna’ believe I didn’t do this on purpose!” It was funny. I saved the photo….
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Getting a tad large for that cage. And looks to be resting so peacefully. Wish I were a rabbit right about now.
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Me too, Totsy. I don’t think he’ll end up as rabbit stew either. He’s too fat.
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