Let me just say this right upfront: I used to think bird people were a little odd. Bird people don’t hold a candle to bunny folk. I’m not naming names because I don’t know if bunny folk even know how odd they are. But ever since my charming little bunny, Ivan, came into my life, I’ve found myself crossing virtual paths with some awfully eccentric bunny folk. Maybe weird people are attracted to bunnies, or maybe spending time with bunnies turns people weird, but there’s clearly some sort of association, so I’m going to be keeping a very close eye on myself.
Sparkle wearing her engagement ring
It was a spa-themed shower, and this is a small representative sampling of the photos. There was music, food, gifts, videos, all kinds of interesting things.
The weirdest thing about bunny folk is not that they have pretend parties for their bunnies. (Where I come from – the land of guinea pig and groundhog people – that would actually be considered relatively normal.) The weirdest thing about bunny folk is that they talk bunny talk – and not just at bunny parties either.
Bunny talk looks like this:
“Twinkle ere, mez wanna toast da hoppy copule. Master hope yoz twreats ma twin sissy yike a princess anz ford dat mez lubs yoz. Sparkle yoz ib ma sissy we bins tagefether since birf mez lubs yoz wif alld ob ma heart. Ma wish ford da bof of yoz is dat yoz make eachoder smile ebery dez, makes eachoder laugh ebery dez, and shard a quiet momnet ebery dez ta tellz eachoder that yoz lubs dem. Raise yoz glass Cheers”
For some bunny folk, bunny talk is their language of choice. It’s their first language, the language they write in on Facebook. You can’t help but wonder if it’s what they speak out loud – at home, to their children, in bed, to their husbands, at work, at parent-teacher interviews, to the customer support technician at Rogers.
Anyway. As much as I adore Ivan, I don’t think I’m in imminent danger of becoming a weird bunny person. I have no ability, or even any urge, to speak bunny talk…although I have noticed that my comprehension is improving.
In other news, Judy (Robin’s Judy) came to visit during a whirlwind trip through Ottawa the other day, and look what she brought me! She made them herself! Bunny slippers! Aren’t they the sweetest things you’ve ever seen in your whole entire life? I love, love, love my bunny slippers. (And as you can see, Ivan likes my bunny slippers too.)
I fear you’re doomed!
I and my bunrabs have been on Bunspace (etc) for years, and *I’ve* never gone to one of those parties!
Weally? You nebber went to eben wun ub doze pawteez??
Uh oh…
But seriously, do you talk bunny talk? Or have I just stumbled across some unusually unusual bunny folk out there?
You’re pretty fluent! I’d worry.
I will confess to occasionally speaking for the buns in the first person, but the personae I shamelessly project onto them would feel demeaned if their spokes-human implied that they couldn’t handle standard English.
Other rabbit people project other personae.
We’re weird enough, though. Harebell and Littlefoot eat off Royal Doulton.
l.
Ivan eats off Royal Doulton too. His pellets are served in a 1982 Royal Doulton Bunnykins bowl. (His greens are served in a pottery pasta bowl, and his hay is served in a cardboard coffee pods box, which he doesn’t chew up for some reason…).
That’s the stuff.
You can see Littlefoot with his (& Harebell’s) on his Bunspace page.
http://www.bunspace.com/view_bunny?bunid=15785
Rest assured, I owned a bunny and did not get weird(er). I know some dog folks who throw “puppy showers” when someone gets a new canine, but as far as I know, they don’t talk dawg.
http://www.someecards.com/usercards/nsviewcard/MjAxMi1hMzg1OTY2NDg3ZWZmYTgw
Happy New Year! I see Ivan has grown a good bit. He’s such a lovely color! I do not speak bunneh, but sometimes lapse into lol-speak on behalf of the household kittehs.I Can Has Cheezburger has to be one of my favorite sites.
sounds like cat blogging dialect. non-humans are kind of like finger puppets somehow.
I had a FB friend once that was one of thos bunny people. They ARE weird.
I’m not saying anything, just sitting here twitching my nose.