Trained

When I attempted to talk to Harriet and Treacle about getting gainful employment they told me they had "A Plan." Hmmmm....

Then I asked them where they got the house. It seems that some airhead doll lost her modeling gig and had to back out on this, her 14th home. They got it for a steal. After that scrumpy incident I do not like the word steal used in conjunction with Treacle but Harriet showed me the deed all nice and legal. One new home for $2.50. Okay, so where did you get the money?

Harriet told me to ask no questions, she'd tell me no lies and to get a move on it because we were taking the train to town. We are?

And we did.

Rain!

Treacle was very tired from pigging out traveling so she went to bed. I haven't seen anything of her for the past two days. I hope she wakes up soon so we can go out to the apple farm to get her a job.

In the meantime....it rained! A lot. And stormed.

I felt a little sad watching it rain. I know the crops need the water. But storms make me feel small and alone.

I wish Treacle would wake up and sit on the couch with me. Guess I'll go see if anything good is showing on The Silo Channel.

Treacle!

Meet my cousin Treacle! She has come all the way from England to live with me.

Treacle used to live in Dorset with Hotdog Hanna and Me. No, not me Me but Hotdog and Me. It's complicated. Anyway, she used to live in England but then there was this completely misunderstanding with some missing scrumpy. Treacle says she didn't have a thing to do with it and I believe her. The judge told her she either had to be banished to the colonies or serve 67 days hard labour with the Labour Party. I thought a party sounded good but she said she's a Tory and it would never work. The British are confusing...

What I do know is that I'm happy she is here. She knows a lot about apples...I think. I figure if she got a job at the local apple orchard--there are bunches....uhm...bushels? around here, then she could help me save up for my farm.

But right now she says she needs to phone a friend of hers from England--a rabbit named Harriet--something about sowing some seeds and good ice cream.

Don't Fence Me In

I don't really own my own farm....yet. I hope to one day but right now I work as a farm hand on Farmer T's place.

This weekend found me putting up chicken wire to keep out the rabbits who had mistaken the garden for an all you can nibble buffet. I thought we needed rabbit wire but Farmer T said keeping chickens in was sort of like keeping rabbits out. Hmmmm.....

There's a lot to learn about farming.

In less confusing news, my cousin Treacle is coming all the way from England to live with me. She got into a spot of trouble over some scrumpy so she needed to relocate. It was either my place or the local jail. You're going to love her--she's a lot of fun!