(Bunny Fiction) Mr. Mick and The Hangover, Part 1

Note from Jade: A Happy Hoppy New Year to everyone and everybun! The following is inspired by our friend Lorna's tales of Mick's misadventures--and a FB convo with her Viking friend Kim along those lines...

Mr. Mick slowly woke and shook his head, then winced in pain. His mum had spoken of “headaches” before, but he had never experienced one until just now. It was as unpleasant as she had described; every movement was like somebunny was thumping on his brain--even his ears ached from base to tip. He carefully got to his feet and looked around; his cage was in its usual state of disarray, there were some leftover pellets in his dish and a few strands of hay in his water bowl—nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary. He sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose and sneezed. What was that smell?! He sniffed again…if his head wasn’t hurting so much, he thought, he’d know it by now…was that a hint of—sunflower seed?! Mick's eyes went wide, and he practically squeaked in indignation.

“Why does my fur smell like foo’ gerbil?!”

“I have no idea.” said his Mum. “Did you go getting yourself up to no good after I went to bed?”

“Noooo…” Mick replied slowly (partly because he just might have been—he wasn’t quite sure—but mainly because it hurt too much to talk). He nibbled at the New Year’s treat oats Mum offered by hand to him, thinking perhaps a full belly would clear his head. Despite the pounding of his bunny skull, he tried to remember the events of the night before. He had gone out closet-hopping after Mum had gone to bed, that much he remembered. He had gone to Auntie Shell’s first to visit Harrington and Hannah, then made quick stops to see the Lavender Rabbits and the OK Corral  on his way to the West Coast to say hi to the Houseful of Rabbits, Mario and Clovie and have a cup of herbal tea with the 4Buns + 1 at the Bun Zen Center…then it was across the big water to wish Wesley and Buttons a Hoppy New Year before he made his way to Speedy’s…and that's where it becomes a little fuzzy, he thought . He knew he had planned to go see Lorna, his furry bunmother, perhaps sneak some cuddles and a few blueberries, and have a word with Freddie the foo' gerbil about "things not to say to Mick's Mum if he didn't want Mick to play 'Little Bunny Foo Foo' with him" before going home. From the smell of things, he had obviously gotten there, but he had no idea what had happened while he was there…nor had any clue how it was that he came to reek of gerbil. 

Mick’s nose wrinkled, and he sneezed and shuddered again. He gave himself a long wash, then rolled in his hay pile until he felt somewhat more himself. Mum had cleaned and filled his bowls, so he had some lunch—and a LOT of water—then laid down for a nap. When his head felt better, he would get to the bottom of this…and somebunny (or gerbil) was going to pay…

To Be Continued...