Tuesday, 2 February 2016

My new job

I've started a new position as a 'weeder' for Mr. McGregor - a new role, by all accounts - and I'm desperate to talk to him about it. I was under the impression that this was to be a solitary role, and I've been effectively forced to work with Squirrel Nutkin. He keeps bleating about his missing tail; I try and weed elsewhere, but he just follows me. Sometimes he dances over to the spot where I am working in a petulant, flirtatious way, muttering riddles under his breath. I can begin to see why Old Brown tired of him - although rumour has it they still see each other at Christmas.

I saw Mr Todd skulking around the back of a barn last night and I almost walked by (Benjamin has never forgiven me for going to Todd's birthday drinks). We had an awkward exchange - something to do with some lambs - and I left him to it. He has never been quite the same since that brawl with Tommy Brock - he must have sustained a cranial injury.

"I never see you around much any more," Todd said, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I explained about my time in rabbit prison and my new job, and explained about Nutkin. "Ah yes, the sunbeam," he remarked, dryly. He wanted to go out, but I was reluctant to provide a time and a date. The last time we got together, he was excessively rude to some restaurant staff and I have not been welcome on Owl Island since as the booking was in my name.

Must go, Nutkin is advancing upon me again.

1 comment:

  1. Haha, I guess Old Brown wasn't the only one who got pissed off by Nutkin's obnoxious bratty behaviour!
    I'm imagining what a Christmas meeting between Nutkin and Old Brown would be like - I can imagine it being a bit awkward since the old owl is the reason why Master Squirrel doesn't have his precious tail anymore.