This week the smallest patient in the hospital and the largest patient in the hospital went home (to OK and IA respectively). The tiny one was the first to arrive, a little bunny named Bubber aka Chocolate Easter Bunny:
As you can see, he needed eyes and a nose and some plumping. He was partly filled with walnut husks (a traditional bean like stuffing) and partly with stuffing. The walnut husks were preserved for his restuffing, and supplemented. First, however, he had a little bubble bath:
Then he had his eyes and nose selected and installed:
Next he got his walnuts back in and supplemented, and new stuffing. But, he also had a little of his original stuffing in a heart:
Finally, he was fluffed and ready to fly home!
Meanwhile, the giant panda Myke had arrived at the hospital hoping for a spa and plumping:
As you can see, he couldn’t hold his head up. Like Bubber, Myke had hybrid stuffing. His bottom was filled with tiny styrofoam pieces, but his limbs and chest had stuffing (although the styrofoam had also migrated EVERYWHERE!). So first all his stuffing came out and he had a nice bath (he needed a much bigger tub!):
Then his heart got made (you can see stuffing and styrofoam):
And it was installed along with styrofoam beans and new traditional stuffing:
And soon, Myke could hold his head up again!
Here are the duo enjoying a little conversation just before they got on their flights home:
Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!
Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.
She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.
Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.
Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.
There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.
Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.
Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.
Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.
“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.
“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”
I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.
“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.
“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.
As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.
I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.
I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”
She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”
I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.
Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.
The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.
“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.
The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.
“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”
Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.
“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”
I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.
He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”
I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”
“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.
“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”
“Sure, thank you for coming out.”
“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.
When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”
For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.
It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.
That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.
Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”
She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.
“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.
She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”
My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.
“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.
“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.
I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.
“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.
“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”
She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.
As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.
I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”
“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”
I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.
“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”
Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”
The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”
Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.
“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.
Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”
She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”
Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”
“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”
“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”
He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”
“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”
“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”
Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”
Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”
Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.
I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.
“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”
“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.
“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.
I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”
“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”
“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.
Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”
I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”
Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”
“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”
We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.
“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”
“You are very beautiful,”
I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.
He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.
He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”
“Oh I don’t-”
“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”
I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”
“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.
The Holy Grail of adorable vintage Easter kitsch: Meyercord wall transfers. They released them in a pastel rainbow of different plush animals - in this instance, a sky blue bunny with delicious pink satin ears. (I assume the baby chicks are his friends, but maybe he’s saving them for a snack…)
PLEASE dont buy your kids/yourself a rabbit just because its easter. Rabbits are not an animal you can leave in a cage and call it a day like a hamster or something. They require room ro run, specific food 24/7, and believe it or not need regular vet check ups. They get sick and may need expensive medicine or procedures done if they get sick like my bun did- one time visit and meds cost almost $200.
People dont realize bunnies are a huge responsibility and are extremely social animals. For easter, just get/give a plush bunny like @bunnymama suggests.
Bunny’s person contacted the hospital in August. His person wrote:
Hi I was just wondering if you could give me an estimate on how much it would cost to repair my husband’s childhood stuffed bunny (named Bunny lol). He put it on a burner when he was really young, so Bunny now has a patch on his stomach that is coming undone. We also keep socks on him at all times because his feet are pretty damaged. I did some basic stitching on him a few years ago to fix small holes, but he now has a hole in his neck and a few other areas where the fur is completely gone. I bought some fabric to attempt to do it myself, I’m just unsure of where to even begin. So I’d love an estimate!Thanks,
Well, it turned out Bunny actually had quite a few injuries. Those old transplants for burns were wearing through, and he had a lot of bald spots from hug wear. Here he is on arrival at the hospital:
The goal was to make all his transplants the same fur. We had a bunch of trouble picking a fur to use. Finally, his person decided she liked a slightly lighter orange for the damaged brown(we couldn’t find a perfect match) and a cream for his paws, and white for his tail…and I started his surgery.
But the orange just didn’t look quite right… and this is where Bunny got the nickname lucky! I had ordered a wide range of furs from a supplier the month before. They were supposed to be thicker than Bunny’s fur, and honestly, I didn’t think they were the same color, either, but then they arrived and the fur was SO close! It was shorter than expected, so blended well with Bunny’s length, and the color was a bit darker than him, but of a shade that should fade to blend well. I sent some photos to his person where I transplanted a little of the brown but left the orange for comparison, and she agreed. The orange would be replaced with the new fur!
Here’s that sample photo…
And here’s Bunny all better and ready to fly home!
Much sturdier and ready for lots of hugs! His person wrote this when he got home:
We just got Bunny back. He looks so good!! You did such an amazing job. My husband starting tearing up when he saw Bunny. Thank you so much!!!!!
Ok so maaaaaybe any excuse to draw a plumped Rubunny is as good as any, but this will mark my first fat bunny week post heheh!
So @rabbitinafoxden joined in on the stuffed bunny special, and since then demand has absolutely skyrocketed for the tasty taut-tum’d treats~! Poor Rubunny, he’s having to pull some extra shifts and some extra weight around with all that dessert and entrees being stuffed down his gullet for each round~ His uniform hardly fits him anymore!!