Disclaimer thingie: don't own stuff blah blah, except the rabbit and the tree kangaroo and the fairies and all their stuff, as well as George. And those Fluffy Duckies and Bunnies everyone is talking about! Lets not forget the giraffe. Yes it is ALL MINE HAHAAHHAA!
Chapter 13 – The Land of The Fluffy Duckies and Bunnies.
And St John was right. They were there.
There was the last place anyone of those who were still capable of rational thought wanted to be. Especially now that Johnny was so happy to be there.
"Where are we?" asked Logan tentively.
"Well like the title says, the last place in this god forsaken place." Replied Bunny gruffly.
"No, you can't mean…" gasped Snowy.
"Yes, the Land of The Fluffy Duckies and Bunnies. May God have mercy upon our souls." Finished the rabbit with a shudder.
Snowy rang his hands silently.
"no!" he whispered.
There was more silence, well ok not silence because Johnny was bouncing up and down in his seat, singing, talking to his lighter about what fun they would have with their new friends and laughing. Lots and lots of laughing.
It was the rest of them that were silent.
Logan frowned.
"Y' mean that we've come to a place full of ducks and rabbits."
"Yeeesss." Said Bunny slowly. "If you want to be really general, you could call them ducks and rabbits. But the term 'Duckies and Bunnies' is more accurate."
"So, these… duckies an' bunnies…"
"'Duckies AND Bunnies'."
"…OK what you said. They're fluffy right." Said Logan trying to organise everything in his mind.
"Very." Said Bunny firmly.
"Well that makes 'em sound like they're small, like I don' know, babies or some'it."
"Yes they are quiet small and under developed." Said the rabbit cautiously. "Why?"
Logan took a breath. "It sounds like I could take 'em."
And to illustrate his point he unsheathed his claws and waved them in a knowing way.
Bunny gave Logan a long and careful look.
Then she laughed.
And Laughed and laughed and laughed. Johnny decided to join in and laughed too. Snowy started the crack up too but that was more because of fear. Logan began to laugh as well, hell everyone else was.
Bunny stopped laughing. "No. You couldn't." She said simply.
Logan opened his mouth to say something in reply but was cut off when Bunny shushed him.
"Quiet!" She shushed.
So they were silent. Even Johnny but his was a silence of anticipation instead.
The Log slid silently out from the tunnel and into bright saturating sunlight.
Everything around them was bright. Like somebody thought it would be a good idea to basically backlight everything and then paint it with a thin coat of phosphorescent paint. If you stared too long you could go blind.
But apparently that wasn't enough. The architect or designer, who must have been spawned in the part of hell devoted to those who dwelt in dark alleyways only because contact with light of any kind would cause them to turn to dust, also decided to make everything perfect.
The hills were all semi-circular domes of grass; the trees all had big green leaves and various fruit on them. The river of pink lemonade entered a pool with a spring at the bottom. There it turned into clear, brilliant blue water, which twisted off into the distance. A rainbow came off it and faded into the air above the pool.
The log bumped gently against the edge of the pool and the straps holding them into their seats unlocked themselves and slipped back into hiding.
Our heroes all climbed out. Johnny promptly ran in circles and skipped.
The rest stood in a little group, Bunny seemed deep in thought.
Then Johnny found a path that wound along between trees and shrubs beside the river. He ran off along it and disappeared.
"There he goes." Said Snowy, as he watched St John.
"What!" Yelped the rabbit. "We have to get him!"
"What th' hell for!" Snarled Logan, who had been developing a headache from the pyromaniac's singing.
"Because, we can't leave him behind! That's why!" Shouted Bunny following St John.
Snowy gave Logan a black look. "We don't leave mates behind, mate."
And he hopped off after Bunny.
Logan stood for a while, completely alone. Well there was nobody he could see. But he felt as though he was being seed at. It was very disconcerting. He sniffed the air but could smell nothing except the bananas growing on the tree beside him.
He stood for a moment. He wasn't scared; nothing much at all scared him. But he was worried about… about… Snowy! That's right Snowy, and Bunny too! Yes they might need somebody to… to… hold that little f@*kwit down or something. Yes, they needed him.
And with that ran off after them.
In the end he needn't had 'worried' so much after a couple of turns down the path he came across them. Johnny was animatedly talking to his lighter and was pointing to a strange knobbly tree trunk. Bunny and Snowy were gently trying to persuade Johnny to turn around and move back up the path.
But Johnny was his usually co-operative self and wouldn't.
Lucky Logan was indeed needed. He picked up the Australian by the scruff of the neck and at Bunny's command proceeded to march him back up the path. That was until the path ran out.
"Damn!" Snapped Bunny at the wall of vegetation that covered the now nonexistent path. "They know that we are here."
"Wait boss, they didn't before!" wailed Snowy.
"Well I wasn't sure. But now I am." Said the rabbit.
"Damn straight they do." Said a voice above them.
Our Heroes all jumped and looked around them. Logan unsheathed his claws and growled. He looked around him through all the knobbly and rather spotty tree trunks.
"Yeah, I'd look like that too if I was you." Said the voice.
Logan whirled around looking for the source of the voice. Bunny looked about suspiciously. "Why?" She said.
"Because they're coming this way. I can see them." The voice nodded.
Logan snarled while Snowy cowered in terror next to a babbling St John. Bunny looked up into the canopy and made an 'ummm' noise.
Finally she said "Its all right Logan it's just a giraffe."
Logan straightened up from his battle ready crouch. "What do ya mean 'just a giraffe'?"
"Yeah! Whatdoya just a giraffe!" grumbled the voice in Logan's ear.
Logan sprang to the side and held up his claws menacingly. The giraffe held his head level with Logan's.
"What's up his butt?" it asked Bunny.
Bunny merely shrugged.
The giraffe made a face. "About this giraffe stuff." It said huffily.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean it in a bad way." Apologised the rabbit. "Now about the…"
"Well you should be sorry, I can kick the eyes out of a lion you know." The giraffe said in a lordly way.
"That's nice, now about the…" repeated Bunny.
"People tend to be disrespectful of us giraffes," he said, "they don't seem to see that we are dangerous killers that hunger for the blood of innocents as well as graceful doe-eyed browsers."
"Right…" said Bunny slowly.
Our heroes gathered up in a group.
"Sometimes we giraffes like to gather up into packs and go hunting. We tend to trample the prey we find into the ground. Then we drink its blood." The giraffe nodded to himself. "Boy," he said suddenly, "you know its been ages since I've done that."
"Done, what mate?" Asked Snowy with a shake in his voice.
"Gone trampling." Said the giraffe. "Which reminds me of another thing, it's been ages since I've had a chat to somebody other than another giraffe." He looked at them curiously.
"You know…" he began.
"What?" said Logan who still hadn't put away his claws.
"The last time I talked to another species was just before me and some of my friend went and trampled it."
Logan blinked.
Bunny rubbed her chin. "You know how ya said before that they're coming this way."
"Yes." said the giraffe.
"Well how far away were they?"
The giraffe thought for a second. "Let me look." It pushed its head up into the branches.
"Well!" it shouted. "They're almost here!"
"Great" rumbled the rabbit.
The giraffe brought its head back down. "I'd better be going then." He gave them a pitying look. "Good Luck." He finished.
Then the giraffe turned and loped off into the bushes.
Logan blinked again.
"That was weird." He said.
"I know," replied Bunny, "who woulda thought a talking giraffe. A singing one I could believe but a talking one?"
"He mustn't have a very good singing voice mate." Said Snowy knowingly.
Chapter 13 – The Land of The Fluffy Duckies and Bunnies.
And St John was right. They were there.
There was the last place anyone of those who were still capable of rational thought wanted to be. Especially now that Johnny was so happy to be there.
"Where are we?" asked Logan tentively.
"Well like the title says, the last place in this god forsaken place." Replied Bunny gruffly.
"No, you can't mean…" gasped Snowy.
"Yes, the Land of The Fluffy Duckies and Bunnies. May God have mercy upon our souls." Finished the rabbit with a shudder.
Snowy rang his hands silently.
"no!" he whispered.
There was more silence, well ok not silence because Johnny was bouncing up and down in his seat, singing, talking to his lighter about what fun they would have with their new friends and laughing. Lots and lots of laughing.
It was the rest of them that were silent.
Logan frowned.
"Y' mean that we've come to a place full of ducks and rabbits."
"Yeeesss." Said Bunny slowly. "If you want to be really general, you could call them ducks and rabbits. But the term 'Duckies and Bunnies' is more accurate."
"So, these… duckies an' bunnies…"
"'Duckies AND Bunnies'."
"…OK what you said. They're fluffy right." Said Logan trying to organise everything in his mind.
"Very." Said Bunny firmly.
"Well that makes 'em sound like they're small, like I don' know, babies or some'it."
"Yes they are quiet small and under developed." Said the rabbit cautiously. "Why?"
Logan took a breath. "It sounds like I could take 'em."
And to illustrate his point he unsheathed his claws and waved them in a knowing way.
Bunny gave Logan a long and careful look.
Then she laughed.
And Laughed and laughed and laughed. Johnny decided to join in and laughed too. Snowy started the crack up too but that was more because of fear. Logan began to laugh as well, hell everyone else was.
Bunny stopped laughing. "No. You couldn't." She said simply.
Logan opened his mouth to say something in reply but was cut off when Bunny shushed him.
"Quiet!" She shushed.
So they were silent. Even Johnny but his was a silence of anticipation instead.
The Log slid silently out from the tunnel and into bright saturating sunlight.
Everything around them was bright. Like somebody thought it would be a good idea to basically backlight everything and then paint it with a thin coat of phosphorescent paint. If you stared too long you could go blind.
But apparently that wasn't enough. The architect or designer, who must have been spawned in the part of hell devoted to those who dwelt in dark alleyways only because contact with light of any kind would cause them to turn to dust, also decided to make everything perfect.
The hills were all semi-circular domes of grass; the trees all had big green leaves and various fruit on them. The river of pink lemonade entered a pool with a spring at the bottom. There it turned into clear, brilliant blue water, which twisted off into the distance. A rainbow came off it and faded into the air above the pool.
The log bumped gently against the edge of the pool and the straps holding them into their seats unlocked themselves and slipped back into hiding.
Our heroes all climbed out. Johnny promptly ran in circles and skipped.
The rest stood in a little group, Bunny seemed deep in thought.
Then Johnny found a path that wound along between trees and shrubs beside the river. He ran off along it and disappeared.
"There he goes." Said Snowy, as he watched St John.
"What!" Yelped the rabbit. "We have to get him!"
"What th' hell for!" Snarled Logan, who had been developing a headache from the pyromaniac's singing.
"Because, we can't leave him behind! That's why!" Shouted Bunny following St John.
Snowy gave Logan a black look. "We don't leave mates behind, mate."
And he hopped off after Bunny.
Logan stood for a while, completely alone. Well there was nobody he could see. But he felt as though he was being seed at. It was very disconcerting. He sniffed the air but could smell nothing except the bananas growing on the tree beside him.
He stood for a moment. He wasn't scared; nothing much at all scared him. But he was worried about… about… Snowy! That's right Snowy, and Bunny too! Yes they might need somebody to… to… hold that little f@*kwit down or something. Yes, they needed him.
And with that ran off after them.
In the end he needn't had 'worried' so much after a couple of turns down the path he came across them. Johnny was animatedly talking to his lighter and was pointing to a strange knobbly tree trunk. Bunny and Snowy were gently trying to persuade Johnny to turn around and move back up the path.
But Johnny was his usually co-operative self and wouldn't.
Lucky Logan was indeed needed. He picked up the Australian by the scruff of the neck and at Bunny's command proceeded to march him back up the path. That was until the path ran out.
"Damn!" Snapped Bunny at the wall of vegetation that covered the now nonexistent path. "They know that we are here."
"Wait boss, they didn't before!" wailed Snowy.
"Well I wasn't sure. But now I am." Said the rabbit.
"Damn straight they do." Said a voice above them.
Our Heroes all jumped and looked around them. Logan unsheathed his claws and growled. He looked around him through all the knobbly and rather spotty tree trunks.
"Yeah, I'd look like that too if I was you." Said the voice.
Logan whirled around looking for the source of the voice. Bunny looked about suspiciously. "Why?" She said.
"Because they're coming this way. I can see them." The voice nodded.
Logan snarled while Snowy cowered in terror next to a babbling St John. Bunny looked up into the canopy and made an 'ummm' noise.
Finally she said "Its all right Logan it's just a giraffe."
Logan straightened up from his battle ready crouch. "What do ya mean 'just a giraffe'?"
"Yeah! Whatdoya just a giraffe!" grumbled the voice in Logan's ear.
Logan sprang to the side and held up his claws menacingly. The giraffe held his head level with Logan's.
"What's up his butt?" it asked Bunny.
Bunny merely shrugged.
The giraffe made a face. "About this giraffe stuff." It said huffily.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean it in a bad way." Apologised the rabbit. "Now about the…"
"Well you should be sorry, I can kick the eyes out of a lion you know." The giraffe said in a lordly way.
"That's nice, now about the…" repeated Bunny.
"People tend to be disrespectful of us giraffes," he said, "they don't seem to see that we are dangerous killers that hunger for the blood of innocents as well as graceful doe-eyed browsers."
"Right…" said Bunny slowly.
Our heroes gathered up in a group.
"Sometimes we giraffes like to gather up into packs and go hunting. We tend to trample the prey we find into the ground. Then we drink its blood." The giraffe nodded to himself. "Boy," he said suddenly, "you know its been ages since I've done that."
"Done, what mate?" Asked Snowy with a shake in his voice.
"Gone trampling." Said the giraffe. "Which reminds me of another thing, it's been ages since I've had a chat to somebody other than another giraffe." He looked at them curiously.
"You know…" he began.
"What?" said Logan who still hadn't put away his claws.
"The last time I talked to another species was just before me and some of my friend went and trampled it."
Logan blinked.
Bunny rubbed her chin. "You know how ya said before that they're coming this way."
"Yes." said the giraffe.
"Well how far away were they?"
The giraffe thought for a second. "Let me look." It pushed its head up into the branches.
"Well!" it shouted. "They're almost here!"
"Great" rumbled the rabbit.
The giraffe brought its head back down. "I'd better be going then." He gave them a pitying look. "Good Luck." He finished.
Then the giraffe turned and loped off into the bushes.
Logan blinked again.
"That was weird." He said.
"I know," replied Bunny, "who woulda thought a talking giraffe. A singing one I could believe but a talking one?"
"He mustn't have a very good singing voice mate." Said Snowy knowingly.