Introducing the newest member of the Todd household: Red Hopscotch.
This is the same rabbit who, on three separate occassions, escaped from a neighbor’s house and was often spotted nibbling greens in our back yard (the rabbit formerly known as Clover, also formerly known as Pancakes). A few days after The Missus returned him for the third time, he showed up in our backyard. Again. But this time he was sporting a wobbly hind leg and a back injury.
Did I mention that we’re the neighborhood animal rescue? What do you think happened next?
The morning was cool and agreeable as a small lizard poked his head from behind the chalkboard menu. “SERVING HOMEMADE MENUDO DAILY,” stood in blocky script at the top, but everything else had been wiped away the night before. The lizard, scanning with jerky eyeballs, was more interested in the crickets to be found underneath the prep table than the special of the day. It stopped and eyed the large man eating at the counter before scuttling behind a translucent jar of pickled vegetables in search of its own breakfast.
Ah, the knock-knock joke. Almost never actually funny, the form has persevered in spite, much to my amazement and — unwittingly — my amusement as well.
For a blog with next to zero readership (by choice, of course), I get a surprising amount of flack for not updating it. Thing is, this is the busiest time of year for us here at The Factory and I’m up to my eyeballs in this work stuff (what’s up with that?!).
