A Place To Hide Loot

I may have mentioned that Bunny has a fan who is a student in my class.  Bunny happens to think this is a good deal, since this young lady likes to bring her presents on occasion (and tries to convince her mom to let her bring her yogurt cups to school, but so far has not been successful).  For Christmas, Bunny was given a plastic ball and for some reason, she is crazy about that little ball.  It surprises me because it doesn't make noise or anything, but it's the right size for her to carry around and she spends a lot of time doing that.

Apparently, this ball is a coveted treasure.  At least, Bunny thinks that Lilac and Blueberry are dying to get it.  In truth, I've never seen either of them even look at it twice, but Bunny doesn't plan on being hoodwinked.  She carries it with her from room to room and I have no problem with that.  It's rather cute to watch her trot around with it.

However, the ball hoarding has now reached a level that I'm not planning on tolerating.  At bedtime, Bunny sleeps in the bed with Mr. Taleteller and me.  She has now decided that the ball needs to come to bed with her.  This isn't some soft, squishy little ball.  It's a hard plastic ball!  It does not belong under my pillow.  Our conversation at bedtime was interesting.

Me:  What the heck?  What is this under my pillow?

Bunny:  That's my ball!

Me:  Why is it under my pillow? 

Bunny:  I had to keep it safe!

Me:  Safe from what?  This is where I sleep!  I can't sleep on that!

Bunny:  Well, I can't let Lilac and Blue get it!

Me:  I repeat, I can't sleep on that!

Bunny:  I certainly can't sleep on it!  I'm practically a princess!  I'm much too delicate to sleep on it!

Me:  You have to be kidding!

Bunny:  (turning on the doe eyes)  It needs a safe place!  Please, can't you guard it for me?

Me:  Look, I'm going to be sleeping -- with both eyes closed.  How about I put it up here on top of the dresser until we get up in the morning?

Bunny:  You don't think anyone will get it up there?

Me:  Not even Blueberry is tall enough to get it from up there!  It will be safe.

Bunny:  Well, that's a relief!  Go ahead and hide it up there, then you can come back to bed and pet me!

Me:  Anything else, your highness?

Bunny:  Not unless you have some more of the chocolate with yogurt in it...

Me:  Sadly, no!

So, I put the ball up on the dresser.  Bunny curled up against me and we both drifted off to dreamland.  I have learned my lesson.  A sweep must now be done of the bed and under the pillow before crawling into bed.  I guess I should feel honored that she trusts me to keep her treasures safe.