All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
Well, Briar, it could have been worse. At least the strawberry tasted nice.Imagine having to eat us to make us disappear! Eeeew! Puh! Puh! Spit! Disgusting! No, I'm afraid that to get rid of hoomins, eating them is not a good solution.Hmm speaking of "solution", how about acid?!Maybe if we are good, you might consider tolerating us, and letting us live?By the way, did I say what a handsome bunny you are?
"I'm Sorry." seems so inappropriate. I have seen this "look" so many times. I know what it means, I just have never found out what to do about it.
And that strawberry will go down in the history of science just as Sir Isaac Newton's apple. Here we see young Briar beginning his part of the pioneering intellectual work which results in ultimately demonstrating that alternate universes are not parallel but are like the spokes of a wheel, meeting in the middle. By placing his strawberry as near the hub as possible and thus causing them to assume the same position in an infinite number of other universes, with the proper equipment, the young bunn will begin nibbling on a strawberry that is never gone. Universe after universe with its strawberry rotates by, and there is never any need to look up and notice humans. The look you have noticed in rabbits everywhere, RG, is the one that says, this is going to take a lot of math. Briar has binkyed with giants.
This poor pretty rabbit is so sad! Give him another pint!
Whoa, Dang, Auntie Texas Longhorn Jane! I had to read that a'cupple'times to grasp the concept...and I think I popped a vessel in my head...Briar, there is a old book titled simply "Briarpatch" by Oklahoma native author Ross Thomas. It's dated, but still a good read. The plot is set in Oklahoma City. You come on over to the OKC and we will make sure you never want for strawberries again. This will be your very own "Briar" patch. Also, if you like watermelon, pecans, and alfalfa hay, and winter wheat, you will be in heaven right here on the plains, cuz we grow THE BEST of those nommibles.
Also, there is something about Briar's stance and expression, that suggests to me that he is just saying: "Oi! Hoomin! Where are you going?! Come back here! I haven't finished Disapproving Of you yet! You'll go when I dismiss you! Don't you make me fire my Disapproval Cannon at you! Get back here and tale your punishment like the meek, weak and sorry hoomin that you are!".
Sure, Brandi, like I am going to show up ready to savour the delights of OK and OKC while you sneak out a back way to Washington. " what to do, what to do, what to do..."
would you say that Briar is perhaps umm...ahem... a bit plump?
NOOnonoonononononononono....Not plump....fluffy. Briar just needs a good plucking....(and less strawberries???)
Briar you are a hansome bun almost as hansome as Speedy but not quite as he is my sweet baby.However I do believe justice calls for more strawberries for you little man,xx Rachel
Oh no, I just noticed the wee furrow in this bun's brow! Do whatever is necessary to remove it! I will personally bring strawberries it it comes to that.
Yes, I noticed it yesterday.Or rather, I noticed THEM yesterday! One just above between the eyes.And another, longer, straighter one between the ears.WE ARE IN TROUBLE!
Me bets Briar does his best calculating while enjoying a strawberini with a premium organic carrot.The unified field of disapproval theory is just behind the next strawberini, I can smell it! :-).
Strawberini! That sounds yummeh! Line 'em up for me too! Or are, as I suspect, hoomins not allowed them?I've had pints of Fruhli, a strawberry-flavoured beer. That's quite nice.So Briar, where are my Strawberinis?
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