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|If you have a paid or permanent account, you can send five free Sugary Bunnies through Monday, March 29th at 4pm, PST! You'll see both the free and the $0.99 bunnies displayed until they've hopped off to your friends. If you're not receiving vgifts (from friends and/or Frank), you can check your vgift settings by visiting Edit profile (under Profile) and scrolling down to the bottom of the page. May your happiness multiply like rabbits!|
For our featured photo and more fun with Frank, we'll catch you under the cut!
Photos of the week
Dr. Fox trot
|When we last joined Frank, he had just spied a wrapper in Dr. Fox's waste bin for a grilled vegetable and goat cheese sandwich, spurring him to confess: "You know, my mother worked on a dairy farm." Dr. Fox flapped her wings excitedly at this fruitful fodder. "Ach, your mozher, now vee are getting somevhere. ... Pleaze, pleaze, I vant you should continue!" What Frank didn't know was that Dr. Fox had actually planted said wrapper in said trash can with the express goal of inciting an emotional reaction.
"My mozher, I mean, my mother," Frank dabbed a hoof to his misty eyes, "milked herself to the bone to provide me with a better life. If not for her, I would have never matured into the old goat I am today."
"I zee, I zee. And vhat about your fazher?"
Frank cleared his gullet. "Could I maybe trouble you for some water?"
Dr. Fox waddled into the hallway with an empty bucket. Being a sleuthful sort, Frank seized the opportunity to inspect the doctor's desk. Mounted in a shiny gold frame was a picture of Dick Cheney squinting into a rifle beside Tony Blair, playing air guitar, and Putin, dressed in a judo gi. Beside this was a photo of an attractive cat in a white lab coat bearing the nametag Dr. Alliecat8. Next to that was a portrait of a debonaire red fox in an ebony trench coat pawing at none other than … Dr. Nan E. Goat!! Dazed, Frank slumped back in his chair.
When Dr. Fox returned with the water, Frank accosted her at once: "Who is that fox? How do you know Dr. Nan E. Goat? And what's all this nonsense about Blair, Putin, and Cheney?"
Dr. Fox clasped her wings on her desk. "Vell, I might as vell tell you. Zhe truzh iz Cheney iz a bad shot, but a big shot on medical malpractice caps. Zhe ozher two vere only zhere for zhe pheasant.”
"But what about Dr. Nan?"
"Vhat about Dr. Nan?"
"What are you doing with a picture of Dr. Nan?"
"Vhy do you care vhat I am doing vith a picture of Dr. Nan?"
This continued for quite some time until Dr. Fox finally broke the cycle. "It looks like our time iz up. Zo, zame time next veek?" Before Frank schedules another session, he'd like to know if there's anything YOU need to get off your chest. If you'd like some guidance and unconditional support from Dr. Fox and/or Frank, the couch is all yours. Spill it, and Frank'll send you an answer ... plus a hill of (jelly) beans.
Thanks, again, for joining us. We'll see you next week!