So Mom had her first job assignment last week, interviewing a local artist about her exhibit and life in general. Mom was nervous to the point of almost being sick. She did all of her research, bought a new tape recorder, and dressed in her nicest "interview clothes", but it still wasn't enough to quell the terror rising within her breast! "Oh, Freddie," she moaned. "How I wish rabbits were allowed in the art museum. I would wrap you in a blankie and take you along with me for moral support!"
Well, we all know how well THAT would go over. She couldn't take ME, but she did end up taking about a half pound of my hair, stuck up and down her good black slacks. Did I mention it's shedding season? Mom said having fuzzy pants would remind her that we, her loyal bunnies, are always with her in spirit, and will love her even if she falls flat on her face and gets fired in disgrace.
She did not fall flat on her face after all. In fact, her piece was printed on the front page of the paper, and she knows exactly who to thank for that! Who sat at her feet while she frantically typed, offering constructive criticism and alternate word choices? Why, I practically wrote the whole article myself, but being a modest and unassuming bunny, would hesitate to point that out to anyone who might ask. Let mom bask in the glory all by herself. WE know the truth.....
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