With a feather duster in her hand, Cream The Rabbit tickles her Mother, who has fallen asleep on the table after spending half an hour studying the accounts.
"Huh-What-Which?"
"Got you!"
"Cream, is you?"
"I think I am. And are you my Mother or an imposter?"
"Funny. What you want?"
"I want to play. After all, I've finished my homework and you've been sleeping for a while."
Vanilla The Punk Rabbit stretches and scratches her voluminous spiky pink hair.
"Uaahh, you're right. I've wasted a lot of time with this boring and bureaucratic task, but absolutely necessary. Anyway…" She puts away the papers. "What do we do?"
"I don't know, we can go play outside," Cream suggests.
"Excellent idea," Vanilla smiles.
"So let's go!"
"Don't run indoors!"
"Oh, what is it? Didn't you become a punk rabbit?"
"Even punks keep certain rules!"
After leaving the house, Cream and Vanilla finally run across their grassy garden!
"You don't catch me, Pinkie Pie!" Cream teases the Mother, running ahead.
"Oh yes?!" Vanilla returns, full of excitement. "I will prove otherwise, your Orange Over!"
"Orange? You are crazy? There's no Orange here!"
Cream doesn't waste time and take off the orange dress!
"Ah! Freedom!"
She throws her dress back and keeps running.
"Calm down, daughter!"
The wind throws the dress in Vanilla's face!
SLAP!
"OUCH!"
Cream throws herself on the grass and kisses the ground several times.
After wiping her mouth, she takes off her shoes and socks.
And she lies down, flailing her arms and legs frantically!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
A little later, Vanilla approaches, holding Cream's dress.
"You don't need to get so carried away! In a little while it rains, the weather gets cold and then you'll have to put your dress back on!"
"And so what?" Cream retorts happily. "As long as it's not raining, let me enjoy it!"
"Okay, whatever you want."
"You could do what I did, by the way."
"Yes, I could. But I'm fine like this," assures Vanilla, who is wearing a torn lavender shirt, blue jeans and crimson boots, as well as a brown scarf around her neck. "How about we play soccer?"
"Good idea." Cream gets up, has her back to her Mother and starts to clean herself. "And where's the ball?"
Vanilla kicks her daughter's butt!
BONC!
"OUCH!" Cream falls back to the ground.
"You is the ball!" Vanilla smiles cynically.
"Oh Vanilla, be serious! Will I have to be the sidekick in the game?!"
"Maybe, but at least you're the center of attention."
"I know I know. I'll get a ball and be right back."
Vanilla takes off her boots and plays soccer barefoot with her daughter.
Until the ball lands on top of an apple tree.
"Oh no!" Cream laments.
"Wow! I didn't know my kick was so strong!" Vanilla marvels, looking at her right foot. "I'll remember that every time you do wrong!"
"Stop it, Vani! Hitting a child is not cool. But now, who's going to take the ball?"
"Me, of course. House rules: who made a mistake, fix it."
"Are you going to climb the tree?"
"Not necessary."
Vanilla starts to flap her ears and get out of the ground, like her daughter always does!
"Hey Vanilla! Aren't you a little old for this?!"
"Old?! Who is old?! Old is your Mother!"
"But you are my Mother!"
"Only when I want!"
Cream marvels as she watches her Mother fly and scratches her head:
"Wow! My Mother is so full of life that now she can make fun of herself."
Vanilla enters the apple tree, rescues the ball and kicks it.
"Take this one, little eared!"
"Got it, big-eared girl!" Cream grabs the ball... with her ears. "I'm actually a good goalkeeper."
PEIM!
"OUCH!"
An apple hits the bunny's head!
"Oops, sorry!" Vanilla smiles mischievously.
"Saucy!"
Vanilla jumps from the tree and lands on her feet.
"Wow! You are an Olympic athlete!" Cream applauds.
"Thanks. My private gym is really paying off."
"Shall we follow the game?"
Vanilla puts her index finger on her chin.
"Hmm. I'm thinking of another game."
"Like..."
"Why don't we race? We can use our lawn mowers. After all, they're minicars too."
"But Vanilla! You already said that our mowers are not to be played with!"
"So what, daughter? If I make the rules, I tell them when to break them."
"Okay!" Cream bounces in the air.
Cream takes the wheel of the smaller mower and Vanilla the larger mower.
They are betting on who gets to Long Ears Hill first.
Vanilla decrees:
"Whoever loses washes all the dishes after dinner."
"Combined!"
"1, 2, 3 and now!"
The race begins!
Vanilla takes the lead!
But halfway through...
PLOSH!
Vanilla jams her cart in the mud!
Cream sees her Mother, turns off her cart and goes down to help her Mother.
Vanilla is crying, completely muddy.
"Snif, Snif."
"Calm! I'm arriving!"
Cream jumps to the mud pond...
PLOSH!
... and she gets all muddled up too!
"Mommy! Are you okay?!"
"Yeah, I am," Vanilla informs, upset.
"Have you turned off the cart yet?!"
"Already."
"If it's all right, then why are you still crying?"
"Because tomorrow I'll have to spend 1 hour at the hairdresser for Nicely regain all the beauty of my spiky hair! Now he's all broken down!"
"Ah, Vanilla! Making me worry for nothing! Take shame!"
Cream slaps her Mother's huge hair!
SLAP!
Next, Cream pulls her Mother's neck scarf, wipes her face, and kisses her lips.
SMAC!
Cream comforts the Mother:
"Relax, okay? I accept my defeat. Tonight, you sleep in the bathtub and I do all the dishes."
"Okay," Vanilla smiles, more relieved. "But can I just have chocolate ice cream for dinner?"
"Well, you make the rules. So you decide when to break them."
"You are completely right."
"And if I were you, I wouldn't hesitate to break."
The two laugh!
THE END!