A SORT OF HOMECOMING

The two rabbits were fast asleep in their burrow, all cosy and snug, when the phone rang.
"Frog me, who's that ringing at this time of night?" said Plopsy, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He grabbed the telephone and put it to one ear. "Hello?" He listened, then added, "Oh yes. Hang on." Plopsy elbowed Dropsy. "It's for you."
"What?" Dropsy asked rudely, turning over and burying his face in his pillow. "Who is it?"
"It's Bono," said Plopsy. "They're playing some 100,000-seater stadium in Germany. They're live on stage right now and he wants you to address the audience."
Dropsy sat up, yawned, farted, then took the phone from his friend and hollered down it, "GOOD EVENING DEUTSCHLAND!!!"
A minute later the call ended and Dropsy put the phone back on its cradle.
"Frogging rock stars," he said, fluffing up his pillow. "No doubt they'll ring me from the Kremlin tomorrow night."
Plopsy tutted and shook his head. Then he made them both a cup of hot chocolate, refilled their hotty botties and they went back to sleep.