Guilty of . . . . . walking on living grass, not recycling properly,
not having a matching set of crockery,
having sideburns and long fingernails.
I thought I’d give Rennay a break from her children and took her out for afternoon tea,
but she just started stripping off and dancing on the table.
“You cannot change a tiger’s stripes!” said the Duchess.
I thought I may as well get married.
May as welln’t I?
We were married by the guinea pig Rufus, who though being shy had managed to avoid being suppressed by running very fast whenever anybody spoke. We had a silent ceremony until we had to say the “I dos” and then we turned around to see that he was not there anymore.
Taking advice from the rabbits
I procreated.
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