They entered Rabbit’s abode and were greeted by exactly what Daphne described. You were born in a barn too, Ah might add.” “Ah know Ah was born in a barn, ya smart aleck, it’s an expression. “Were these Butch n’ Cassidy critters born in a barn?” Said Sasha, commenting on the wide open entrance. The dog and horse duo had made their way to the back door, which was still open. Don’t worry, Miss Daphne, me n’ Silver will get you fixed up in a jiffy!”ĭaphne was happy to have those two here to help, but knowing those stingers would be getting pulled made her dread it all the same. They tied my tail up and had bees sting me, so I can’t go anywhere until the stingers are out and my tail is untied.” “You see, I got forced in here by Butch and Cassidy, those honey bandits. “But before you start helping, you’ll have to do a couple things.” Sasha plopped her satchel down then unfastened the wagon from Silver’s back, who let out a sigh of relief after being unhitched from the weight. “Well then, let’s quit dilly dallying and get to work!” “That’d be great! It’d be very much appreciated.” Me n’ Silver could spare some time helpin’ ya if you’d like, we ain’t in no rush.” “Hey now,” Sasha mused, “are you stuck? You’re lookin’ rather tight in there, if you don’t mind me sayin’.” Despite her babbling, the red and white dog was definitely a welcomed sight. She had spoken to Sasha before, or rather, she had listened to Sasha before, since she is such a chatterbox. Nice to see you again.” Daphne said with forced glee.ĭaphne didn’t know the mail duo very well. Their arrival was unexpected but a welcomed one. It was Sasha the mail dog and her faithful companion, Silver the horse.
“Well ain’t this a pleasant surprise, it’s Daphne the Dragoon! Fancy meetin’ you here at Mr Rabbit’s place of livin’. That is, until a couple of friendly faces arrived. She figured she would be in there until Rabbit’s return. The cool and crisp morning put her in a slightly better mood, although the feeling of being stuck was quickly eroding any prospect of her being joyful. She woke up with a big yawn and a good stretch. She did end up getting some good shut eye, but the morning brought that tight feeling in her midsection and a throbbing rear end from the stingers still imbedded in her fluff. Daphne had to sleep there, just like Winnie the Pooh, minus any sort of company. Rabbit wasn’t due back in three more days, but someone had to swing by at some point before then, right? Her only hope was that someone would find her, embarrassing as that was. No matter which way she would try exiting, the rope would keep her in place. Not only was she wedged like a cork in a bottle, but her tail was still tied up.
“How am I supposed to get outta here?” The dragoon sulked.
She was stuck and stung, that’s for certain. That wasn’t the only thing that hurt either, as the bees had turned her bottom into a pincushion. The whole sequence of events that lead up to Daphne getting lodged in that tiny hole of a front door was nothing short of luck, but it didn’t hurt her pride any less. Not only had they successfully stockpiled every honey pot in Ole Floppy Ear’s possession, they also triumphed over the mighty dragoon.
It had been a good while since Butch and Cassidy left Daphne stuck in Rabbit’s front door.
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