I am outraged.
Doll Splinter has sent me some photographs, which the mean rabbit warders allowed me to look at. She has been back to that house! I am sure she intends to live there and all I can say is- what about me? Does nobody care?
It seems she was there on Christmas Day and they, the Lizzie-Someone or Others , left her a present. I ask you! I myself sent them a card, a painting of my fabulous self, and yet there was NOTHING for me.
There was a Christmas breakfast as well and all I can say about that, as I sit here contemplating my frugal prison food, is thank goodness the table was graced by my adorable Christmas card. I only hope they appreciated it.
In case you are wondering about the house to which Egg O refers it features in the posts Moving Swiftly On, The Letter and The Book, where Doll Splinter, in the search for a home, explores a dolls house.