“My dear, I don’t know why you allowed those, those, humans to stay.” Flopsy removed a clump of hair from Mr. Fuzzhat’s back side and patted it into their nest before settling in.
“It’s not as though I had any choice in the matter. They’re visitors, guests, and they haven’t any way home. We shall help them as best we can and then send them on their way.” Mr. Fuzzhat removed his fur clump from the nest and tossed it out the door.
Flopsy gave a sniff, and turned onto her side. “I don’t see how you can call them guests. I say intruders, and don’t you dare nay say me.”
Mr. Fuzzhat heaved a sigh and plopped himself down next to his wife. He sniffed at her ears and nibbled a bit at her cheek.
“Not tonight. I have a headache.”
He sighed again and lay down.
*
Carlene followed the sounds of banging and flowing water in hopes that it would lead to a kitchen. Last night’s dinner had been delicious, aside from the “heir” incident.
Eventually she came to a door that indeed had many pots and pans, but they were all being washed very carefully by several hairless rabbits. Scrubbed was more like it, and in fact, the pots and pans were not the only things being scrubbed. Every time a bit of food, or even soap landed on anything, anything at all including other scrubbers, the item was immediately converged on by all the others and scrubbed mercilessly until spotless.
After watching for several minutes, and seeing as many rabbits scrubbed as minutes that passed by, Carlene decided that there was a reason they were all hairless, and that it wasn’t a fashion statement. She chose to move on rather than asking any of the serial scrubbers any questions. There was no telling what they would do to her in her current state of dishevelment.
She continued to follow the main paths carved in the warren, eventually finding a room that appeared to have several members of Rabbitania that she’d met the previous night digging into the morning meal.
“Ah, greetings.” Mopsy stood on his hind feet and bowed towards her. “Won’t you join us? We’ve already begun breakfast, and I apologize, but we did not wish to wake you.”
Carlene nodded in greeting and sat down. A few seconds later, one of the hairless rabbits from the kitchen arrived with a bowl of soggy grains. Mopsy leaned towards her and whispered, “Apologies again, Lady, but this servant is something of a cereal scrubber. There’s no stopping him, I’m afraid. One wrong word and you could be hairless for years.” He shivered a bit, and then dug into his meal.
The hairless rabbit stopped in the middle of the door way, sniffed twice, then pounded over to Mopsy, swiping the glasses off Mopsy’s face and scrubbed the heck out of them. After a careful inspection, he handed the glasses back, sniffed again, and hopped off.
Carlene sat shocked at the proceedings, and after the hairless bunny was out of sight, Mopsy confided to her that “those blasted scrubbers are at least good for some things. My vision has never been better!”.