Part 7-2 Hush, Little Blue Babe
Upon faltering from a dizzy spell, the white rabbit decided to rest his weary head. He hastily sought out the safest patch of grass he could find and collapsed before curling into a ball. His eyes drifted shut, and he began to dream. He dreamt about his old friends Sister Salami, Madison Sunshine and Donna Kehote. Thoughts of what was and could have been traversed the pathways of his ever-spinning mind. The more he thought about Donna Kehote, the more intense the image of her sitting with the white flower known as Orchid became. Suddenly, the flower was facing him, and he felt as if he could reach out and touch her. Though he remembered tearing off most of her petals, she now stood over him with all petals in place.
"Hey! No touching!" the flower blurted before backing away from the rabbit.
Realizing this was no longer a dream, Anonymis sprung from his slumber into a cold sweat and apologized profusely before remembering why he was mad at the flower. [She had sided with the angry citizens who wanted to have him "deleted"--Part 5.]
"What are you talking about!" pleaded Orchid. "I did no such thing!"
"Well, I don't know any other white flowers," the rabbit muttered. "I may forgive initially, but I never forget."
"Did you honestly think I was the only white flower in Thoughtsland? Silly rabbit. Your eyes are playing tricks on you, kid."
And, with that, the "innocent" flower left him. He watched as she waltzed over a nearby hill before vanishing between the blades of grass. He was baffled and felt foolish. Embarrassed at his hasty judgement and potential miscalculations. Before him stood two decisions. One, to forgive or not forgive the wrongs exacted upon him time and time again. And, two, to distinguish enemies from friends.
Adding questions upon questions, he rubbed his aching head and proceeded to wander through the grassy plains in deep reflection. The softness of the green mass cushioned his feet while the prickly blades stimulated his mind.
His footsteps led him to a place brimming with peace and serenity. The clouds were so close to the ground. He could almost touch them with his paw. He marveled at the shapes they took. The whole experience reminded him of...someone. He took a few more steps deep into the grassy patch before him.
Suddenly, a tiny voice reached his sensitive ears.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! You big mook!"
"Hmm?"
The white rabbit snapped from his trance and looked down at a blue speck in the grass. Focussing his weary eyes, he discovered the speck to be a tiny person.
"Holy Smurf!" blurted Anonymis.
"Shhhh! Not so loud!" the tiny one rasped with a whisper.
"Oh. Sorry!"
Crouching down low, the white rabbit took a closer look at his present company. The miniature young woman had reddish-orange yarn for hair and matching freckles on the cheeks of her blue face. Her puffy, white, doll-like outfit beared a style similar in image to that of the clouds above him.
"Hey, what's someone so small like you doing sitting in such deep grass alone? Don't you think more like me will come along and risk stepping on you?"
"No. Actually I don't think about that much at all," she said in a sarcastic tone with her squeaky, little voice. "I just sit here telling stories. Minding my own business. OF COURSE, I THINK ABOUT IT!!"
The fuzzy visitor was speechless. He simply remained on his knees and waited for the little one to calm herself. Eventually she began to weave a series of images with her words. It was difficult to hear her. So, the rabbit folded himself ever closer to the grass and ground. The tiny one spoke so softly. Then she pointed at the clouds. When the rabbit looked up at them, he saw them change shape to mimic what she was describing. He was in awe of the moment. No one would likely ever be aware of her and what she was capable of if they didn't bend way down low and truly listen to her. Listen and watch.
"That was a nice little story," said Anonymis with a smile.
"Hey! You're actually listening to me!" the tiny redhead exclaimed.
A clump of cloud formed a face in mid-air just a few feet from where the rabbit stood.
"Well, sure! Why wouldn't I? I'm sitting here, am I not?"
"But, no one else seems to hear me. No one listens. And, surely, no one has anything to say to me. I spend all my time alone just talking to myself. What's your name, stranger?"
"Me? Oh!"
[The white rabbit felt the question came a bit suddenly.]
"M-My name is...Anonymis."
"Nice to meet you, Anonymis."
The cloud face cracked a smile.
"A-And, you are? If you don't mind me asking."
"You may call me Mumsy Whimsy."
Before long, the two were "bush-deep" in verbal and mental exchange. Mumsy was not a sprite of many words. She kept her part short and sweet(yet impressively visual). And, still, they both were amazed and happy with the level of comfort they shared.
The rabbit felt the all-familiar spark in his chest telling him to consider this new acquaintance as a companion. While listenning to one of her many little stories, he gave it considerable thought. But, realizing and admitting to the size difference, he could not conceive the relationship. He started to doubt his own sanity. [Why was he drawn to these strangers who clearly to him were not compatible? Was it simply lonliness and solitude driving him mad with need? Or, was he simply too fussy and shallow?]
Rising to his feet, Anonymis brushed the grass off his calves and groomed his tunic. He expected the little blue woman to say something, but she remained silent and appeared to be drifting off once more in thought.
"Well...it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Whimsy. But, I...think I've sat here a bit long. Perhaps we will meet again. And, then you can share more stories with me."
Mumsy turned to look at him and said, "Nice meeting you, rabbit. Don't be a stranger."
Walking away from her felt incredibly awkward. He felt like he was disrespecting her in some way. Rejecting her simply for being so small. Still, he had to be sure of himself and was yet quite confused.
[To be continued...]
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