This Homestead Girl

 This story started out as a short blurb about Aravis and Sebastian's Christmas morning, but grew into a hilarious account of the entire day. I hope you enjoy this holiday adventure! “ITS CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sebastian came sprinting down the stairway. Despite the fact that he was four years old and a mature adult, he still took great delight in getting up early on Christmas morning. “You overslept, ‘Bastian.” Aravis cocked an eyebrow at him. She was cooking Christmas breakfast. “No, I didn’t…WHAT? ITS NINE O CLOCK?!?!?!? “Unfortunately, yes. And we’d better open presents soon, otherwise breakfast is going to get cold. I thought you’d be up hours ago.” Aravis yawned. She’d stayed up most of the night at Ember’s Christmas Eve party. Then, she’d had to come home and wrap all of the gifts. She picked up her mug of coffee and followed a giddy Sebastian into the living room. “CAN WE OPEN THEM NOW?!?!?!?!” “Calm down, Sebastian! I know its Christmas, but that’s...

Our barn cats, Tom and Jerry, are the unfortunate victims of many of my little sisters' schemes. These schemes include anything from playing princess to being shoved down the swing set slide. The latest idea was Christmas pictures.  This is Tom. Pictures are his absolute favorite.  He's just sooooooooooooooo happy! And then he got to wear a bonnet! Jerry was even less thrilled than Tom was, so this is the best picture of him.  That's all for today! I hope you enjoyed these hilarious pictures as much as I did! ~Just a Girl on the Homestead  P.S. Tom wanted me to tell you that even though he looks very grumpy in the pictures he still enjoys Christmas very much. He didn't want anyone to think he was a grinch. Jerry, on the other hand, doesn't care what people think, as long as he still gets to nap under the Christmas tree. 

Here's a rabbit story that has been in progress since last Thanksgiving. I finally pulled it out a couple days ago and polished it up. I hope you enjoy this hilarious Thanksgiving adventure! “SILLY! Wherever DID you put the basil?” Aravis shouted across the crowded kitchen. “A fairy came and took it.” “WHAT?!?!?!” “I was kidding. Izzy’s using it.” “IZZY!!! I need the basil!!” Izzy tossed it to Aravis, who put a generous helping into her bowl. Thanksgiving was the next day, and all the does were racing around trying to cook the food for the community Thanksgiving dinner. Sebastian and his gang were supposed to be setting up tables and such, but they were most likely getting into trouble. “Aravis, where are the bucks? I need them to go berry picking!” Bertha was making a berry pie, but seemed to have run out of berries. “Ha, good luck with that!” Silly giggled. “They’re probably playing video games at Sebastian’s house.” Aravis was indignant. “I told Sebastian that ...

Here's a rabbit story that I've had in the draft stage for a while. The other day I decided to polish it up a bit and post it. I hope you all enjoy it! It was a rainy day, and Aravis invited Dreamy over for tea. They were having a very pleasant conversation. “Mmm-Hmm! And I was just like ‘Really?!?!?!?!?’” Aravis sipped her tea. “Yea, I just hate it when that happens.” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Now, who could that be? Sebastian’s over at Digory’s house, so it couldn’t be him.” Aravis went and opened the door. There stood Sebastian, wet and covered in mud. “You’re supposed to be at Dig…” Aravis started. “ARRRRGH!” Sebastian yelled, and charged into the house. “TO THE BASEMENT!!!!!!!!!!” “…ory’s.” She finished, just as Digory and the rest of Sebastian’s mud-covered “gang” stampeded through her living room. She watched in shock as her new living room carpet turned into something that resembled a well-used pig pen. “SEBASTIAN!!!!! WHAT are you DOING!” S...

 I've been working on some more rabbit stories lately. Here's my latest one, starring the one and only Sebastian! Greetings. My name is Sebastian. You may have heard of me before. I’m king of a very small rabbitry in the middle of nowhere. So, you know, almost everyone knows about me. I would like to tell you all another story of, you guessed it, a scrape I got myself in. This one was very, very, very serious. You see, I had broken Aravis’ favorite coffee mug, which is a crime punishable by torture and a long and painful death. So yes, you could say that I was a bit desperate. But before I tell you the rest, let me start at the beginning. Aravis, my queen, was away attending some sort of getaway with the other does. Now who they wanted to get away from was beyond me. Sometimes the female rabbits are very hard to understand. But anyway, Aravis was away, and I was left alone in the house. So, I did the natural thing and asked Digory to come over and party with me. We could w...

I tried to paint my nails today, and a nosy little rooster named Apollo came over to check things out. He almost knocked over one of the open bottles of nail polish, and I had to extract a cotton ball from his beak right after I took this picture.  ~Just a Girl on the Homestead