Just a Fable
Bunny had a permanent criminal record but she never cried. Not a single tear drop stained her overtly huge eyes as the call of verdict came. No, she was simply the last person to weep. She never had a real life. The fortress of fantasies had lulled her to sleep. Always there, like a lighthouse beaconing oarsmen where to steer. It was always there like a tedious dog barking at inane things. Sadness had never dampened her spirit. In fact, it nourished her… kept bunny placing a sweet smile upon her worn-out lips.
The jail bars amazed her. That sweet happy smile was on her lips while the Sheriff banged the door shut. Metal slamming against cemented walls and the sound shifted her attention. She took note of it and plans of making that sound reoccur were fast-forming in her head. Her hind legs never buckled in fear. With the grace of a gazelle, she turned to the prison's interior. What she saw made the sweet smile widen on her disgustingly innocent face.
"Whaddaya lookin' at?" big fuzzy bear growled.
Bunny just stood, her four paws clasped lightly behind her back and she brightened. Her joyous spirit irritated the very existence of this big Smelly, Fuzzy Bear. The animal came to her, grabbed her by her iron-starched collar. Bunny's smile never vanished as she theatrically staggered. Her back clashing upon the jail bars. Her spinal bone cracked, she liked the way it crunched. Her smiling face kissed the germ infested floor. Big Fuzzy Bear wasn't done yet. He wanted to play house with bunny. So, Bunny played with him with utmost enthusiasm. Like the Fairy God Mother, she used to believe in; she was flying inches higher from the floor and yet still sticking on the cemented wall. The blows came continuously and Bunny beamed at Bear. Her rabbit teeth fell from the gums and yet her smile, even though bloody, was there. Blood spurted everywhere and the other inmates were growling in frenzy. Eyes fixated at Fuzzy Bear's rapid fist, never noticing that it was Bunny's blood lightly spraying on their cheeks.
Somehow, the Sheriff heard the ruckus and instantaneously rushed. When he was there, the inmates fled to their own beds, too afraid of being involved. Fuzzy Bear turned to him, his victim's gore drenching the rosette fur. The Sheriff was horrified at the deplorable scene. Bunny was sitting there, her fore-paws delicately clasped… still smiling. The iron-starched coat wasn't white anymore. Red dye was splattering around her like newly designed frescos. In a distance, Fuzzy Bear's knuckles crunched and the Sheriff was punched square on the jaw. Those crunching sounds held Bunny's long, slender ears for a while and then, she gently closed her huge eyes.
The fantasy castle was in sight. Her dashing Rabbit-Prince was mounting his white stallion just outside the fortress gates… his amber-eyes solely focused on her presence… calmly standing… waiting for her… in all his grey fur glory. She rose up her skirt and ran to him. The butterflies spiraling about her.
The Fuzzy Bear looked at the Sheriff and Bunny sitting forlornly… side by side. Their paws clasped tightly… together. Bunny had a smile. The Sheriff froze in mid-grunt. And, Fuzzy Bear let out a rather cynical chuckle. His rosette fur trembling with hilarity… the sound bouncing in and out of the cemented walls. Each sound wave finding its own way through the porous barrier. The fantasy before him was so ridiculous. This was how he imagined they would have looked… dancing in a secret waltz upon his bed.
END
There you have it people!
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Wrote it after being bored and by continually looking at fuzzy teddy bears...
Characters and Situations similar to real-life are ALL coincidental..
Anyhoo, This is copyrighted by yours Truly..
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