Unloved?

I haven't written in my diary for ages. Nobody has taken any notice of me for weeks and weeks. Oh, they gave my my food and water and stuff but they don't love me the way they did before the duck invasion.
You might remember that duck came back. She lost all her babies and came back and laid some more eggs.
There were 10 ducklings this time and "we".......not me..............decided to keep them until they were strong enough to walk down the lane to the lake.
Well, we had them for three and a half weeks and you have never seen such fat things on two skinny legs with huge flat feet.

It was Disney World here for them. They ate chick crumbs every couple of hours, washed them down with fresh water, dashed manicaly about the garden, nibbled everything in sight including MY carrot tops, pooped all over the yard, plopped in and out of the pond, fell down the side of the oil tank and had to be fished out with the pond net. Even my hay was given to them for a bed underneath the garden seat up against the house wall. It was mayhem and they got all the attention.It went on and on and they grew bigger and fatter by the day.

Then, three days in a row their mother escaped into the big garden with them. Great, I thought, Molly the cat next door will get them but they came back each day for lunch, slept over, ate like horses then escaped again for good.

After that I went on holiday to Bunny Hops while my lot had a few days rest at the seaside.
Bunny Hops is my very favourite place in the world. I was fussed and cuddled and had a bedtime story every night. I took all my own stuff so it was home from home. Naturally they loved me. I needed to leave lots of my raisins about my run to make it really mine because there were one or two other rabbit about but I don't think Julie minded too much. She texted my lot twice each day and sent pictures to them. I'm going again in two or three weeks. Can't wait. There is so much going on there to entertain me.

It's all a matter of technique

First of all you scrabble your front legs about in the bag opening. Once you've made a hole you scrabble them a bit more until you get yourself most of the way in. Then, this is the best bit, you pull your back legs up to your front legs then KICK backwards with a quick flip until the hay flies out behind you in a storm, then you do it again and again and again. Simple. There you are,deep inside the sweet smelling hay bag and nobody has the faintest idea where you've disappeared to. Magic. Then you grab what you came for because the sweetest bit of hay is always at the bottom of the bag. Out you come with a flourish, nibble it until it's gone then back you go again right to the bottom.
Once you're in there you can't hear a thing. There's bound to be somebody saying, just look at the mess that rabbit's making! Won't he ever grow up?