Part Two--Forever Falling
"I got my sight set on you
and I’m ready to aim.
I have a heart that will
never be tamed.
I knew you were something special
when you spoke my name.
Now I cannot wait to see you again."
(Miley Cyrus "See You Again")
[The following stories are mostly fictional. The people behind the characters are real. Their names have been changed for their own protection. These are their stories. (Bum! Bum!)]
Sister Salami, The Sandwich Maker
The chill of winter soon set in and the white rabbit could tell it would snow. All around him were signs of indecency and despair. Electric advertisements regarding sex and depression. Boredom and anarchy in politics. In the distance to the northwest, he could see a strange land shrouded in darkness. When he squinted his eyes, he could see what looked like the rooftops of pagoda-style buildings.
While staring, he heard a fart explode from the far east and quickly turned to spot a silhouette in the sky. He could not tell if it was a man or woman but saw the edges of a flying carpet. A jewel flashed from the feathered hat on the stranger's head. Just then, a tall, lanky stranger scaled the hills to the north with long, spider-like legs. The sun revealed a face composed of crayon lines. A living drawing. Though he wished to look away, the rabbit was caught gawking. The towering stranger tipped his black top hat and simply said "Cheers" before continuing to change course in different directions. He eventually vanished in the distance to the southeast.
With birds chirping and the sun smiling up above him, the white rabbit found a song in his head and spring in his step as he skipped through the tall grass and sparce white flowers glistenning with diminishing traces of winter snow. [Yes. It was on this particular patch of land that Spring seemed to be in control.] Small white moths took to the air to get out of his way.
He soon discovered that it was not the birds giving him song but the singing voice of a human female. He immediately stopped skipping and began searching high and low for the source. High atop a mossy ridge, he spotted a small blotch of black and white twirling on the open field below. She would pause whenever someone would stop by and gave them something before resuming her song and dance routine. He quickly made his way down and attempted to draw her attention.
She was a fairly thin, fair-skinned damsel with long, golden blonde hair woven into a thick braid not unlike the bread in her woven basket. She wore a white kerchief on her head which--along with the black dress and white bodice she was wearing--gave her a rather Amish look. Her smiling eyes were bright and full of energy as she spun around swinging her basket of goodies. A considerably wide basket which not only revealed a loaf of bread but also a thick summer sausage, a block of yellow cheese, some freshly picked greens and a small copper teapot all nestled in a red gingham cloth. As the white rabbit grew ever closer to her--drawn in by the sound of her voice--she eventually caught sight of him and crossed her legs timidly. Just as shyly, the rabbit rapidly raised and lowered his ears before cowering in the tall grass.
"Hey there, little one," she said in her sweet young voice(which made the rabbit think of pretty white flowers for some odd reason). "Awe, look how cute you are! Would you like some chai tea?"
"Listen, lady! I'm--" blurted the rabbit angrily while waving an index finger before pausing to change his tone. [He wanted to say he was bigger but wasn't certain of this.] "I'm probably older than you. So...don't call me little."
"My apologies, Mr. Rabbit," the young woman replied politely as she bowed before him. "You seem quite irritable. Can I offer you a sandwich maybe?"
With those simple words of kindness, the white rabbit's nerves were softenned and then intensified. She was so gentle and generous to this foreign forest creature. More than he ever saw of himself. [How could he refuse?] Nodding hesitantly in agreement, he stepped closer and watched as she prepared the sandwich and poured hot tea into two small ivory cups.
Sitting down with her, they began to talk. Repeatedly, she reminded him that his tea was getting cold. She acted like a counselor. Always kind and polite. She never pushed him to say or do anything as she proceeded to ask questions. She was an angel(or at least some sort of nun). So saintly and full of light til she finally started to flirt a little with him. He was shocked that she ever had it in her.
He felt his heart skip a beat. Not the one under his green tunic made of cardboard. The one in his tiny chest which then spontaneously ignited. His wiskers twitched feverishly. He suddenly had a desire to take her into his arms, tear off that kerchief and bodice and kiss her passionately as her hair fell out of its long, thick braid. [His thoughts rapidly went further than that, but we shall leave that bit unwritten.] It had been a while since he last experienced such tremors. It felt like some wild tiger was stirring in a cage within him. [Oh how the tiger now paced ever so restlessly in her presence.]
Looking up nervously at her youthful, sparkling eyes, an arrow stole the thought from his mind and jabbed his heart. Perhaps she was so gentle he could actually hurt her. He would never forgive himself if he ever disappointed or upset someone in this strange pursuit of love. [And, maybe he was just being hasty and impulsive.] A young woman like her didn't deserve such heartache. He could not treat her like an animal. He had to be sure of his feelings before engaging her. Perhaps there was more to her than met the eye and thus yet to learn. So, he decided to make a courteous exit and keep her in mind as he carried on with his exploration of this still foreign land. For he could not deny his explorer spirit so soon.
It was difficult for him to part ways. His paws intertwined as he contemplated the best choice of words. Before he could start, she offered the words to him on a platter.
"If you would like to be on your way, it's alright. Don't let me keep you. It's just not every day I get to sit down with a rabbit and have lunch together. But, I'm sure if Fate will have it, we will meet again. Right?"
The white rabbit could have cried as he nodded in agreement.
"It's probably for the best right now," she added. "I have other customers to attend. Hungry mouths who need their sandwiches. Always someone who needs a helping hand. If you change your mind, my sandwich shop is north of here. Bless you, rabbit. Safe journey."
Part of him didn't want to leave her. Part of him worried some dark soul might come along and corrupt her precious heart. Or, perhaps he already had come and left her a fractured mess hidden well under a frail facade. He wanted the best for her. Despite his animal passions, he wanted to be the best for her(as he did for so many in his travels). If he could, he would take her with him. But, he was sure she would eventually prove too great a temptation. He felt the box under his tunic melting against his heated fur.
Before he stalled too long and risked giving in to his impulses, he took a deep breath and waved awkwardly with a promise to return one day. Scrambling away til he could no longer see her, he wished he had something with which to remember her. But, alas, he would have to settle for the memory of the brief time they shared. [Until next time, perhaps.]
[I must admit. This is not much of a comical chapter...]
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