Furby and a Houseplant

Dear Feathered Friends:

I commiserate with you on being accused of doing damage to the master bedroom. I've been falsely accused of messing up the answering machine. They assumed that the welcome message was erased because I jumped up on the bookcase top where the telephone is kept and walked on the controls. I do jump up there as a stepping stone to the window, but I was not to blame for the technological problems. They rigged up a shelf over the phone to keep me off it, and I was exonerated when the same thing happened again. Now they blame it on power surges.

But, I have knocked over a plant on that bookshelf. All the dirt fell into a box that held bicycle helmets. The mother two-legger took it well. She didn't yell at all. She threw the plant away, and had the oldest girl clean out the box and helmets. I think I may have given the mother an excuse to get rid of the plant. If not, at least she likes me better than it!

By the way, do you have rabbits where you live? There was one in the yard last night. I started out to say "hello," but was brought up short by my lead. The rabbit seemed very unfriendly, running away like he did, without any acknowledgement of my existance!

Enjoy your millet!
Furby