Plodding On

 As usual, the Gorse Fox popped round to accompany Urban-Cub and Ellie on the walk to school. It was clear that Ellie was in a defiant mood.  This was not going down well with Urban-Cub. After a battle of wills, Ellie finally donned her coat and we were able to head off to Dizzy Ducklings.

Back home, there were accounts to be checked and some domestic chores to tick off before the Gorse Fox could head up to the study. There he returned to the rationalisation of place names in his genealogical database. This is proving to be a very lengthy (and somewhat frustrating) process. It was the focus of the rest of the day until we had to collect Ellie.

Ellie was only with us fo just over an hour before Pistol Pete arrived to collect her for the weekend. Well, he arrived for the first time. We handed over Ellie and her bags. We asked the question "Has she got bunny?" and were assured that bunny was in the suitcase. Pistol Pete and Ellie left.

The Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox went to tidy up. There, under a cushion, was Bunny. Even though we had noticed her remove it from the case, and replaced it in the case, we hadn't noticed that she had removed and hidden it again. We phoned Pistol Pete. By this point he was several miles away, but knew it was more than his sanity was worth to ignore the call. He turned round and came back for Bunny. We handed it over and Ellie sat in the back of the car with a big grin on her face. Somehow, one suspects there was a cunning plan, or sheer devilment.