MyBabyBunnies
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Boy, what a day! I'm sure half the school thinksI live on a farm or something after today (I live in town
).
I got to school this morning, put my text books on the back counter andplace my binder on the desk. I pulled out my chair and sit down. I gotsettled and noticed a piece of straw in my hair -- no biggy, it's justa piece of straw.
I pick it out of my hair and throw it into the garbage, sit back down,and proceed to open my binder to get ready for class. To my horror Isee 3 small present
in my binder.Okay, not a problem, no one else is in class yet so I grab a Kleenexfrom the front and clean up the presents (Eli...
) and throw outthe Kleenex, no one noticed anything.
I sit back down, and wait for class to start. The teacher starts offwith 20 minutes on what we learned the day before and readingannouncements. Well then she tells us to open to our homework from lastnight. So I pull out my workbook (like a thick coloring book butinstead of all those fun pictures to color, it's full of math problems- yay!
) and Istart to flip through my workbook and the hay starts flying. I hadforgotten that my workbook had fallen into a pile of hay the daybefore. I get some weird looks from the person sitting beside me and Isheepishly grin.
Discretely I carefully pick the bigger pieces of hay off my desk andbinder and pick them out of my workbook. So now what do I do with them?My bright idea -- why not put them in your pocket? So I shove as muchof the hay into my pockets and straighten up in my seat and proceed toshake my workbook out beside me. Then I push the hay under the counterat the back of the class as quietly as I can.
Then it hits me like a sharp piece of hay in the thigh, why did I putthe hay in my pocket? It was digging into me and boy did it hurt. Wellby this time the teacher is into her lesson and have to wait untilshe's done. So I wait -- 10 minutes -- and wait -- 20 minutes -- andwait -- 30 minutes -- and finally 40 minutes later she lets us get towork. So I get up to ask her if I can go to the bathroom, but I hadforgotten that she makes us sign out before we can leave. Not aproblem, right? Wrong! I lean over her desk to write and the hay digsin more and I'm gritting my teeth to keep from saying "OUCH!" and myfriend in the back corner is trying so hard to keep a straight face andmuffle her laughter.
So I sign outand head for the door, walk to the bathroom and empty my pockets of thehay. Boy was I glad about that.
Iget back to class and the teacher calls for all theassignments from the day before to be handed in. I grab mine andbriefly take note of the chewed corners (thanks to Eli and Spice) andthen hand it in with weird looks from my teacher. Finally class endsand my teacher asks me what happened to my homework as I walk by, and Ianswer quite honestly with, "my rabbits ate it". She starts laughing atme and I stare dumbly at her and proceed to tell her that in grade 10,a whole assignment was chewed up by them. She agrees that I made "mydog ate it" believable.
Off to my next class, Chemistry. We have a lab due today and we weregoing to do another. Well I pull out the lab to compare answers with mylab partners and notice that there is a huge hole RIGHT where my answershould be!
Ihadn't noticed that before. So my friend agrees that she'll hand hersin and put my name on it as well. Now it's time to head to the lab,grab my pencil, eraser, and paper. Then I realize I need a hair elasticso I reach into my coat pocket and expect to pull out a hair elastic,instead I pull out a handful of oats. Oops, I forgot those were inthere. My teacher looks at me quizzically and I proceed to explain thatmy rabbits seem to have taken over my life. I think I left him moreconfused by saying that. I sift through the oats and find what Ineeded, a hair elastic, and then walk past him out the door to the lab.
The rest of the day went without a hitch but I sure gave everyone alaugh and now that I write this, I can laugh at it too.
I got to school this morning, put my text books on the back counter andplace my binder on the desk. I pulled out my chair and sit down. I gotsettled and noticed a piece of straw in my hair -- no biggy, it's justa piece of straw.
I pick it out of my hair and throw it into the garbage, sit back down,and proceed to open my binder to get ready for class. To my horror Isee 3 small present
I sit back down, and wait for class to start. The teacher starts offwith 20 minutes on what we learned the day before and readingannouncements. Well then she tells us to open to our homework from lastnight. So I pull out my workbook (like a thick coloring book butinstead of all those fun pictures to color, it's full of math problems- yay!
Discretely I carefully pick the bigger pieces of hay off my desk andbinder and pick them out of my workbook. So now what do I do with them?My bright idea -- why not put them in your pocket? So I shove as muchof the hay into my pockets and straighten up in my seat and proceed toshake my workbook out beside me. Then I push the hay under the counterat the back of the class as quietly as I can.
Then it hits me like a sharp piece of hay in the thigh, why did I putthe hay in my pocket? It was digging into me and boy did it hurt. Wellby this time the teacher is into her lesson and have to wait untilshe's done. So I wait -- 10 minutes -- and wait -- 20 minutes -- andwait -- 30 minutes -- and finally 40 minutes later she lets us get towork. So I get up to ask her if I can go to the bathroom, but I hadforgotten that she makes us sign out before we can leave. Not aproblem, right? Wrong! I lean over her desk to write and the hay digsin more and I'm gritting my teeth to keep from saying "OUCH!" and myfriend in the back corner is trying so hard to keep a straight face andmuffle her laughter.
Iget back to class and the teacher calls for all theassignments from the day before to be handed in. I grab mine andbriefly take note of the chewed corners (thanks to Eli and Spice) andthen hand it in with weird looks from my teacher. Finally class endsand my teacher asks me what happened to my homework as I walk by, and Ianswer quite honestly with, "my rabbits ate it". She starts laughing atme and I stare dumbly at her and proceed to tell her that in grade 10,a whole assignment was chewed up by them. She agrees that I made "mydog ate it" believable.
Off to my next class, Chemistry. We have a lab due today and we weregoing to do another. Well I pull out the lab to compare answers with mylab partners and notice that there is a huge hole RIGHT where my answershould be!
The rest of the day went without a hitch but I sure gave everyone alaugh and now that I write this, I can laugh at it too.
) that I accidentally packed Devon in my backpack.
