Gawsh. You save the farm, walk behind the barn to get something done, only to come back to the crops to see a whole bunch of jack rabbits harvesting off what little you had!
MY BLOG, JACK RABBIT!
Just kidding, but there's been a massive Seewah explosion of updates as of late, so I was a-feelin' a bit like some squatter come and squatted me off my here property.
Oh, and 'Happy Birthday', you vain jack rabbit you! To those who don't know, I bought her a cactus. I know: best big sister present EVER!
So the plan for the rest of the school year (the whole two class periods we have) will be spent watching the Henry Fonda version of The Grapes of Wrath. So be excited for that! And of you hate movies spoiling books, read the 6000 pages left to read so you won't be corrupted!
Who's a jack rabbit? Didn't ya always call me a rat?
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WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER COMMENT ON THE BLOG?!??
*sniffle*
What if you're a kind little animal that just moved to the farm? You have been off happily exploring, and meanwhile you come back to find out there are jackrabbits everywhere and there are strange men with shotuns aiming them at the jackrabbits yelling "Git off my land! Git! I'll skin you! this is MY land!" and you really only wanted to plant something pretty, like flowers, as a PR stunt to get more people to come to the lovely farm....
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