July 19, 2017 | Posted in WooFPAK Heroes

Bluebell, it seems, is very much a chatterbox.

It’s clear that the rabbit doesn’t like the dogs. Her lips pull back to show off her buck teeth whenever they draw too close to the table that she’s perched on, ears twitching, nose scrunching up. She doesn’t like them but she hates the silence and that is the only real saving grace.

At least, that’s her saving grace as far as Zarro is concerned.

He lays on the ground a few feet away from the table and listens as Bluebell chatters on about the different animals that pass through here. The rabbit is very keen on giving her owner high praise, talking about the injured creatures that get brought into the house, the wild beasts that are healed under her gentle touch and then returned back to the home they came from.

“That deer is in good hands,” says Bluebell, with a happy little head bob. “My hooman is one of the best hooman’s ever. She’ll be able to fix that deer right up and send it on his way! She should send you right on your way too, nasty wolf, before you get that filthy stink of yours all over this house. But oh – oh – oh this isn’t the first deer to show up here, you know!”

The insults seem obligatory at this point, like Bluebell has to put them in her sentences. The little rabbit shuffles to the very edge of the table. She leans so far over it that her flopping ears dangle in the air.

Zarro humors the rabbit, as he’s done most of the night. “There have been others?”

“My hooman is good at this sort of thing,” says the rabbit. Just as Bluebell opens her mouth to launch into a story about the last deer to come through the cabin, the phone rings. Donna walks over to answer it. In a matter of moments, her face crumples, brow pinching down in concern.

“Okay. No, no – don’t do that. Ryan, just give me the time to get out there. You don’t need to shoot the poor thing,” says Donna. She uses an old fashioned phone, the sort that is kept mounted to a wall. The faded pink piece of plastic gets tucked between her ear and her shoulder. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take. I’ve got to get the cage, Ryan. Just – keep everyone out of the house.”

Zarro sits up. He tilts his head to the side and watches the woman pace. “What’s going?”

“It sounds like my hooman has another job,” says Bluebell, cheerfully. “I bet she’s gonna do a real good job with it! My hooman is a real good person, and she always does a real good job. But that man – that man’s Ryan and he’s not any good at all. He’s real awful at being a hooman.”

Princess snorts. “How can a human be bad at being a human?”

“He doesn’t like animals,” says Bluebell, wisely. “And hoomans are supposed to like animals.”

Somehow or another, the WooFPAK finds themselves loaded up into the Jumbo Jet, following Donna and her old 1997 Ford pick up truck along a dirt road. The radio’s playing but it’s turned down too low to pick out an actual song. Bluebell has been brought along as well, though she’s thankfully in the same truck as Donna.

Zarro stretches out across his seat. “That rabbit is funny. I like her.”

“She’s irritating,” says Princess, words chased down by a yawn. Her tongue curls along the side of her muzzle. “Bet she would make a good snack, though.”

“Only if you got past all that fur,” laughs Jag, from the front seat. The so-called alpha dog hasn’t had much to do with the rabbit either way. He’s caught a few in the past, though. Some of them just to toy with and then let go, others when instinct kicked in a bit too strong. “It’s thick as a birds down.”

Chase whines. “I think we’re supposed to be friends with her, guys. You shouldn’t make jokes like that.”

“Chase is right,” says Zarro. “For being a prey animal, she’s not that bad. I like listening to her talk. She can tell a good story.”

Princess snorts. The female dog shakes her head. “You’re too soft, Zarro.”

“Speaking of soft,” says Jag. “You want to tell us how you found that deer?”

Zarro debates, for a moment, on not saying anything. In the end, though, they pass the time by listening to Zarro talk about finding the deer.

 

Katelynn E Koontz – Author