Very Short Day
Today is one of those strange days that actually should have been hopping around a bit of turf and digging holes, instead it is today.
Today was once a small rabbit, called Custard (badly, after his mother called Mustard!) who was banished from his warren for giggling to much (rabbits cannot giggle and so he was sent packing for obvious reasons!!) Custard wandered for several years ( incidentally, quite unlike a cloud) before being adopted by an old day (April 15th!) who was looking for a replacement as he was sick of the long hours (all 24 of them!).
Custard became April 15th (no longer giggling after he saw the hours he would have to put in!) and April 15th became a moment of insight (the true relationship between Chaos theory, ball room dancing, stickle bricks and how you get the words down a stick of rock!) which was then wasted on Dodo.
