Anyway, my pet 2-foot (the one with no fur on the top of his head) spoke to Auntie Francis yesterday, as she had got the results of some tests. The fantastic news is that Flopsy Girl is a lot better, and that just as long as she keeps taking her medicine and eating the right foods, things are looking very good for her.
My other piece of good news is that as I am now Pry-minister of the Bunny-mint, I now have my very own metal box on wheels as my official transportation. It is much smaller than the other metal box on wheels, which is a good thing as the other one is just too big. This new metal box on wheels was provided by my pet 2-foot (the one with no fur on the top of his head). He told me he wunnit in a competition (whatever that means). I will of course allow Chance-seller Flopsy to use my official transport (as long as she asks nicely, and continues to share her bread-stick with me), and of course I will need my pet 2-foot to make it go for me so he can sit in it as well.
Me and Flopsy Girl will be going through all the business for Bunny-mint this weekend so we can all get down to voting again on Monday.