Matlock The Hare

Morn'up All...!

Well, what can I griffle about the last few sun-turns, except to griffle that they have been somewhat taxing, even for a magical-hare like yours truly, dear reader...

You know those sun-turns when they're simply don't seem to be enough hours in the sun-turn...?  I guess we've just had seven of those on the pid-padding trot, with an unexpected arrival of a freggle of long-haired juzzles, all intent on making life in the cottage as glubbstooled as possible.  Not that it's the juzzles' fault, for you have to remember that it's simply their way - their juzzliness, if you like.  Yes, they can make things a bit glopped-up at times, but really there isn't a bad bone in their softulous - you simply have to let them juzzle their way around, and eventually they'll pid-pad somewhere else... 

  

Mind you, the dripple has it's own approach to unexpected guests at the cottage potionary, and for such a normally mild-mannered and placid soul, it can get quite russiculoffed, especially if it's disturbed during the night, and will set off around the cottage with a lantern and one of my old wands, grim determination writ large in its face, intent on vrooshing whatever unfortunate creature has ventured in...  So a few griffles of warning, always knock before entering, especially if the dripple's nifferduggling at the time!

But what of the juzzles?  What glopped-up events did they bring?  Well, as you'd expect, there were many, but one or two stand out from the rest, for even though juzzles are mostly full of harmless good intention, they're simply far too peffa-clumsy, loud and forgetful, and will frankly eat you out of house, cottage and potionary, then still want midnight feasts before finally settling down wherever they want to to nifferduggle in your house.  Most morn'ups, I'd have to carefully step over at least one on the stairs, and try and wake the others who might be sleeping anywhere else.  One had (perhaps somewhat inevitably) tried to sleep on top of the curtain rail, pullling them down in the process and gobflopping the living room...

Another thing about juzzles is that they tend to stay in bed nifferduggling for far too long, and when they do finally wake up, don't really griffle anything to you at all for at least the first three hours, simply wanting to eat as much niff-grain toast in a ganticus pile, leaving the dripple and myself to vroosh everything tidy after they've finally finished... 

HOWEVER....juzzles to one side for a snutch of moments, one piece of saztaculous news is that the publication day for the new saztaculous Matlock the Hare 400 page adventure - The Riddle of Trefflepugga Path - pid-pads ever closer, as the dripple and I spent what  time we could checking the proofs to ensure it will be as shindinculous a book as you could ever wish for...

We think it looks pretty crumlush, and an oidy sylpha griffles me that we're only a few weeks from publication...which, at the end of seven peffa-long and juzzled sun-turns simply seemed to make everything worthwhile.

And as for the juzzles?  Well, we woke up this morn'up, and they'd simply moved on, leaving a peffa-glopped up mess for us to vroosh tidy, but at least they had tried to mend the curtains, even if they had used one of my old robes to do it...  But, you know, I think I might just leave it there for a while, as a reminder of just how crumlush peace and quiet can sometimes be...

Wishing you all a peffa-peaceful Scruffsday, good followers of the hare's griffles...

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