Chapter 4
Author's Note: Here's the last chapter for my short. Sorry for me lagging from series, I'll make sure to get back into it, since I have been busy with work and recently playing the new Call of Duty: World War II.
Later in the day as the sun started to set, I turned back into human to have make some smore's. Tyler turned back into human, as well to have a taste. When we taste them after we made, I deliciousness of a smore takes memories back. Tyler enjoyed it that he made four more before turning back to a rabbit. After I finished eating, I turned back as a rabbit.
"Thank you for finding some flayrah you two." Hazel and the Owsla thanked.
"Your welcome." Tyler and I said.
Tyler knew that I still have my guitar that he made for me. "You playing some songs tonight?"
I grabbed my guitar and I was thinking about a song to sing. "How about this song that tells a story between two strangers they just met."
"This will be interesting." Bigwig said.
"A story as a song?" Silverweed wondered.
I started to strum the guitar, as the fire was burning from fresh wood that I bought.
This old man and me, were at the bar and we
Were having us some beers and swaping 'I don't cares'
Talking politics, blond and red-head chicks
Old dogs and new tricks and habits we ain't kicked
We talked about God's grace and all the hell we raised
Then I heard the ol' man say;
"God is great, beer is good and people are crazy"
He said "I fought two wars,
Been married and divorced"
What brings you to Ohio?
He said "Damned if I know"
We talked an hour or two about every girl we knew
What all we put 'em through
Like two old boys will do
We pondered life and death
He light a cigarette
He said "These damn things will kill me yet;
But God is great, beer is good and people are crazy"
Last call its two a.m., I said goodbye to him
I never talked to him again
Then one sunny day, I saw the old man's face
Front page obituary, he was a millionaire
He left his fortune to some guy he barely knew, his kids were mad as hell
But me, I'm doing well
And I drop by today, to just say thanks and pray,
And I left a six-pack right there on his grave and I said;
'God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy"
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.
I finished the last strum of the guitar and the rabbits applauded.
"Well told Mason." Fiver complimented.
"What a wonderful song!" Silverweed praised.
"There's a song that I usually recall similar to what my family does and what we do now after our day." I said.
"Really?" Tyler asked.
"It's from a movie called Summer Magic. It tells a story about a Boston widowed family moving to Maine to start a new life in the country side. I felt there's a connection since I moved here: helping the Owsla fetching flayrah for the warren, entertaining the young kittens, and by the end of the day after our meal, we probably tell a story or sing a song, before calling the night." I answered.
"Are you talking about the song On the Front Porch?" Dandelion asked.
"That's right!" I said.
"It's seems relatable after the day's work, except night patrol." Hawkbit added.
Hawkbit and Dandelion started to laugh.
"You should be happy that we're not back in the warren that I would have you lots doing it." Bigwig warned.
I chuckled as I strum the guitar that got everyone's attention.
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when the day is through
Is linger here on the front porch with you
From the wicker swing, while the night birds sing
We'll watch the fireflies sparkin, do some sparkin to
(Everyone joined in singing)
How the hours fly, as the moon drifts by
How sweet the air as we stare at the sun
Oh how I'd love to linger here like this,
Hold your hand and steal a kiss or two on the front porch with you
All I wanna do, when the day is through
Is linger here on the front porch with you
On the worker swing, as the night birds sing
We'll watch the fireflies sparking do some sparking too
How the hours fly, as the moon drifts by
How sweet the air, as we stare at the sun
(Mason's Part)
Oh how I love to linger here like this
Hold your hand and steal a kiss or two
On the front porch with you
Hours after some songs, nearly everyone is asleep, except me. I knew my time was almost up, before returning back to Watership Down. I thought I should have a small walk halfway towards the beach to see some stars. When I stopped by the road, I looked up to see the sky was clear and not a single cloud was in sight. The air was cold and the wind was calm, but cold. Even a full moon was out that could lighten the road path, where I continued to follow, until I arrived at the parking area.
I than followed the trail that leads to the beach and saw the ocean waters crushing on shore, as the tides are bit high and coming in.
"Enjoying the view?"
I turned to see Hazel coming down from the pathway.
"Do you like it here?" I asked.
"It's a wonderful place, even Primrose would love it." he said.
I looked at the sky and watched the brighten stars shine for the night, as Hazel gazed at them.
"There are so many of other worlds out there that Frith made. I believe here is one of them." Hazel added.
"I don't know how to thank you for allowing me to visit and you guys came along." I thanked him.
"Nothing at all. I'm sure you're about ready to leave." he said.
I sighed quietly and realized the reality. "I suppose, however, I prefer to sleep, then wake up back at Watership Down, like I was in a dream."
Hazel smiled. "I suppose that could be arranged. You should get some sleep."
I started to yawn and snuggled close to Hazel, as I continued to watch the stars. As the cold grew colder, I became warmer from Hazel's fatherly warmth, when he lie down.
"Goodnight, son." Hazel said.
"Goodnight, Dad." I said.
About hours later, I believe it was around midnight when I woke up to see the moon was exactly above me, where I was lying down. Hazel was fast asleep. I than looked at the Bob-Stone and it started to glow. It was sign that my time here at Bodega Bay was coming to an end. Before I closed my eyes, I made my final farewell to Bodega Bay, California, and the United States of America... forever. I yawned and went back to sleep.
Without even knowing or feeling anything, I slipped into a deep sleep that I would later wake up next to my mate and our children. I could only remember as a dream that I could never forget, until ahead of time when I stopped thinking about it. A small brightened light shined next to me that it was the Bob-Stone, Hazel was given to from El-Ahrairah. I picked it up and kept it with me, just for the night. It was my only evidence that it wasn't a dream, but I came back to California to see the ocean.
"Thank you Hazel and thank you El-Ahrairah." I thanked quiet.
"Thank you everyone so much."
I cuddled next to Rose, Olivia, and Mason Jr., as I go back to sleep only to see if I could have the same dream that I just had.