“Look at the big Wabbit!” exclaimed the chorus of grand children from the sun room.
” He has a mouth full of grass.”
Grumpa Joe observed the Wabbit make several trips to the neighbor’s yard, returning with a mouthful of grass each time.
“Oh no, she is building a nest under my miniature evergreen, I have to get rid of her.”
“Is she going to have babies?”
“I have to chase her away,” he grumbled. Best to wait until later, he thought to himself.
A few minutes later Grumpa Joe’s grandson Ben came to him cradling a stuffed bunny and made his pitch.
Looking up, directly into Grumpa’s eyes with the saddest expression a little boy can muster he said, “are you going to shoot the Wabbit? Please don’t kill her.”
Grumpa Joe was speechless. How and when did the Wabbits infiltrate the family to brainwash his grandson?
“I won’t hurt the Wabbits,” he told Ben while thinking of his next move after the kids were gone.
The following day, it rained and the Wabbit activity was invisible. She’s probably sitting on her nest, he thought.
Finally, the rain stopped and Grumpa Joe worked in the garden. He snuck up on the pine tree and inspected the base. Sure enough, he found a hole next to the trunk.
That hole is too small for that big rabbit he told himself. Meanwhile, he saw no further activity.
I wonder if she abandoned the nest? Great, now I’ll get the blame for getting rid of the Wabbit, and I didn’t do anything. This is a secret Wabbit strategy to take over the yard, and decapitate the tulips and the lilies.
Grumpa Joe returned to the house for lunch. Afterwards, he tried taking a nap but had trouble falling sleep. Visions of Wabbits invading the house and crawling all over him with tulips in their mouths flowed through his mind. He visioned Wabbits sitting everywhere, on the counter tops, the coffee tables, the kitchen table. Wabbits covered the floor making it impossible to walk. He opened the refrigerator, the Wabbits sat inside eating lettuce and carrots.
“Yikes,” he shouted.
“What’s wrong?” asked Grandma Peggy.
“I had a daymare.”
“What is that?”
“That’s the same as a nightmare, except it happens in the daytime.
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