My paws are too nervous to type much today.

Big helly-copters keep flying over the Burrow so we're all hiding.

Here comes another panic attack...

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The news is out.

It's today's headlines plastered across the newspapers and on the light-up box....

All of Lagomorphia are talking about it.

We're in disgrace.

We'll never hold our heads high again.

I'll even have to resign from the BunnyMint and LIA.



We'd tried so hard to protect Saschabun from this news and my Inga was so looking forward to her weeding.... (sob)






(Click on each image to read full news report if you can bear it)

I don't know whether to blame the mole or my black-maler or those in the helly-copter who stared at us in our pen on the patty-o.

I don't know what to think and my Inga is distraught. I'd even chosen my new hat and now Inga's dream of happiness is shattered and I'll never become a bun-in-law.

I love being a granny again but had been wracked with guilt. I can only hope that my Inga's betrothed will understand they were conceived before his and Inga's engagement....

Although just tender young weanlings, two of my young grandbunnies, Pebbles and Buster, have also sensed some of my worries and eggs-pressed some of their concerns in their own journal: http://buster-pebbles.livejournal.com/)

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