Roadside Emergency!

Just as I was settling into a pleasant drive in the country, I suddenly started to hear an ominous squeaking noise from somewhere behind us. Bucky said it might just be a friendly mouse trying to hitch a ride, but it got louder and louder until the mouse responsible would have had to be the size of a donkey! We stopped and got out to look around the cart. I soon saw the source of the problem - one of the cart wheels was leaning at a very strange angle. Kevin came to have a look as well. He claims to know a lot about mechanical things, but I'm not terribly convinced. Anyway. he said it had "seized up" whatever that might mean. What was for sure was that it wouldn't turn properly any more. There we were, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing to eat and about 20 hungry beaks to fill! Whatever next??

A ride in the country

Well, the situation with the chicks was getting ridiculous! Poor Farmer Blackberry was trying to tidy away his table and all his fruit baskets, but as soon as he picked up a basket and tried to stack it, he was met with an indignant "cheep!" from within. It was obvious that doing the job with a couple of dozen bored chicks trying to "help" was going to take hours. So Mr Blackberry had an idea. He said that he would teach me how to drive the cart, and so he did just that. In return, it was my job to keep the chicks entertained by giving them a nice ride in the country.

We set off with me at the reins and Bucky ion the seat beside me, and an excited feathery mass in the cart behind. All seemed to go well at first and we got quite a long way out into the countryside. I was just starting to relax and enjoy my drive. Of course, that was my mistake...as you'll find out next time.

Farmer's Market

Hello Everybody! This weekend I was asked by the local farmer, who is a very nice rabbit called Mr Blackberry, to help him out at the Farmer's Market. I thought it was a bit strange to have a place where you could buy and sell farmers, but it turns out I was a bit mixed up about that. Actually, a Farmer's Market is a place where people can go to buy fruit and vegetables direct from the growers, so they can be sure of getting it super fresh, and also at a bargain price. Of course, most of the farmers bring their produce in a van, or a trailer behind a tractor, but Farmer Blackberry has a proper old-fashioned horse and cart. He was immediately the centre of attention, and we sold out in no time. Mr Blackberry said that I'd been so much help that, since we had some spare time, he would teach me how to drive the cart. Of course, I was very keen about that. But I didn't know then what would happen later - the only clue was the fact that some of those pesky chicks had started appearing. Apparently they get very bored between Christmas and Easter. Fair enough, it is a bit dull when you can't play out in the bad weather - but why do they have to follow me around? And why in such huge numbers??

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year Everyone! I hope you all had a great Christmas. We all had a wonderful time - in fact I've been so busy that I haven't had time to update my blog at all. Here is a picture of this year's Nativity play. As you can probably see, I was one of the three Kings this year - that meant that I could keep a close eye on Colin the Camel. In fact the only time when I wasn't holding firmly onto his bridle, was the moment when this picture was taken. I had to come forward with my two fellow Kings to give our presents to the baby Jesus. It was at this point that I really needed to pairs of eyes - one to keep watch on Colin, and the other for the baby mole next to me. I didn't know this, but apparently moles are very fond of shiny things, and as quick as the rest of us laid down our parcels in front of the crib, the mole picked them up and trundled off, saying things like "Bo urr, that be moine". Eventually, we managed to placate him with a bit of tinsel off the tree, and the play was able to proceed. Unfortunately by this time, Colin had wandered off and was helping himself to bites out of the scenery. Never mind, everyone seemed to think this was all highly comic and part of the show. You know what they say in show business - "Never work with animals and children". But that is a bit difficult in Sylvania!

Nativity Challenge

I can't believe it's nearly Christmas time again! Long-term Bobby fans may remember last year when the whole school dressed up and put on a Nativity Play. Well, we're doing the same this year. Everything was fine last time, except for a little trouble with some of the actors - the woolly sort! One of the sheep tried to eat the music off the piano, and, as I was the shepherd, I was not the most popular pup in town. So this year, I was absolutely determined there would be no repeat of the problem. I was so keen to prove myself, that when, Mrs Ewe asked for a volunteer to look after a new animal, I stuck my paw up straight away. She didn't say what sort of animal, but I assumed it might be some more sheep, or maybe a donkey. Either way, I have plenty of experience and there shouldn't be any surprises.

Oh how wrong I was! Imagine my surprise when Colin the Camel walked into the school hall! Not only is he just about the most exotic creature you can imagine, but he's also absolutely enormous! For a few moments, I couldn't think what to say - but fortunately Colin is a friendly camel and in no time at all we were getting on really well. The best news is, because I'm looking after Colin, I get to be one of the wise men in the play. I hope I get real gold to carry!

Rocketry is harder than I thought

Well I climbed to the top of the ladder, and then clambered into the cabin. I strapped myself into the special padded basket (it was my usual basket I use for naps, but I put an extra blanket in just in case of excessive G-Forces) and then I reached up to press the red button. I pressed it and then did a countdown..10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0....er -1?

Nothing! Not a sausage. I climbed back out of the capsule and down the ladder and went off to find someone to ask what had gone wrong. After a while I found Grandpa Rabbit. He came and looked at my rocket, and after a few moments, he started to chuckle.

"What's Up?", I asked.

"Well, young pup", he replied "it is normal for a space ship to include a rocket motor, or some sort of means of propulsion!". I looked at the bottom of the space ship, and it was true. There was a big gap where the smoke and flames normally come roaring out. "But it's made of cardboard", I explained "it would be dangerous to have a fire!". Grandpa just shook his head and smiled. "Perhaps you'd better wait until you're a bit bigger, and you can find a real space ship".

I suppose he's right. But, I ask you where on earth would I ever see a real space ship around here?

Up, up and away!

I'm on my way. I can't pretend that I wasn't a little bit nervous as I climbed up the ladder to the hatchway. After all, even the famous American astronauts didn't go into orbit in a space ship they'd built themselves! Never mind, I'm confident in the combination of Canadian know how and Sylvanian technology. I just hope I've packed enough treats for the trip - I wouldn't want to run out of dog biscuits before coming home!

I bet you're as excited as I am, but you'll just have to wait until next time to find out how I get on.