The Bunny & The Silver Tongued Snake

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little bunny full of adventure. It was difficult for her as she longed to romp freely in the dense woods or even a meadow or two, getting into mischief with forestry animals such as deer and chipmunks, squirrels and elk. She didn't belong in the swamps with alligators and crocodiles, Black Panther and snakes. The toads were ok but their croaking would keep her awake for hours on end. After she lost her bunny family, she would just hop and hop all day long mostly alone in the saw grass away from the canals where the evil crocs took their naps in the hot sun. Bunnies were supposed to live in groups not wander alone as her fate had been. At that moment, she decided to take charge of her life and go forth and meet others to keep her company. One day, late in the evening, she wandered to that part of the Glades where all sorts of species would gather to socialize. She usually avoided this little patch as she knew that some of the ones that congregated there could be slovenly and cruel. Being the adventurous sort, she had to take a peek at the activity and hoped she meet some new friends to alleviate some of her boredom in that awful swap. She hopped to the front of the gathering, ears all perky and pink and stood silently till the silver tongued snake asked if anyone was selling anything today. She gave it some thought, decided she had a few extra things and could perhaps make enough money to head North or West anywhere but the South where she was now standing. He was a handsome guy for a snake...kind of trim, fit with the blackest eyes she had ever seen. She stood on her hind legs as she spoke.“I have the items you are looking for snake eyes ", she blurted out in her bravest voice.”Oh do you now Miss beach Bunny?” was his quick reply.

"If you would just follow me to my burrow, I am sure you will be satisfied." She whispered softly. As quickly as the words left her lips, she could hear her Mother's warnings. “Never trust the snakes, especially the silver tongued ones. They will smile at you and when you least expect it, dig their fangs into your soft flesh and send poison through your delicate body. Even if you survive their bite, you will never forget the pain it caused". Surely this handsome, charming creature was not the slippery, sneaky, slimy one of her Mother's proclamation. He seemed friendly enough and besides, it wasn't like she was going to continue spending time in his acquaintance. Just sell him the items and be gone, she reassured herself. So off they went...she was hopping and he slithered along the ground at her side. They managed to make small talk along the way and hardly noticed that the sun had set and night had befallen the Sea of Grass.

Soap Box Chatter

I thought we all needed a break on topics that we had to respond to - so this week I decided to include a Say Anything ‘non topic’. Here, feel free to discuss whatever comes to your mind. You may also include short stories, essays or poetry. Some suggestions would be your most embarrassing moment, worst date, best date, memories from your youth, current events, politics well... you get the point. I am confident everyone has something to say about anything. Go ahead pull a few of those thoughts out of your head; I'm sure it has been sitting for awhile just waiting for you to step up to the soap box and blurt it out for the public to hear. So unburden the heavy minds and let's share our thoughts!

My Juke Box Dream

There is one thing we all have in common - we dream. I’m not talking about aspirations or ambitions but that sleepy world that we enter into which is beyond our control. It’s almost as good as it gets because everyone can lay claim to innocence when it comes to this misty world. Wherever we are taken and whatever we do can be reasoned away with, ‘oh it was just a dream...or a bad dream’. Here is a world filled with heroes and villains; where ethereal dreams and brooding nightmares abound and a place that for many of us we never want to wake up from.

Without wanting to sound too much like a person reflecting on the ‘good old days of youth’ e.g. when I was a lad etc; I do remember something I used to do as a boy. I was a dreamy boy (I’m not talking about what girls thought concerning me), and I often would go to bed and pretend my mind was a Juke Box. There would I be snuggling into my pillow, my eyes would close and I pictured the CD disc coming out of its compartment and slotting into place. My dream world was ready to begin. As a typical English lad football dominated my earlier dreams. I would win cups and score the greatest goals and so on. But as my mind developed so too my dreams, we grew together and in time complex layers covered the earth of my dream world.

Wouldn’t it be a most wonderful thing if we could control our dreams or would it? What world would you create and maybe you wish to share your thoughts as to some dreams you have had and what you make of them. Sleep well fellow bloggers.  

Roses are Red, Violets Are Blue...the rest is up to you!

Ok, so moving on in our Valentine theme for this month, we want people to post up poems which bloggers have either penned in the past or have felt the urge to write recently. You can even add your thoughts as to why it came to you and what it means. Here is a chance to let that creative side in you unshackle itself without the fear of ridicule...just stay away from the overly simplisitc i.e. 'the cat sat on the mat'.

While the theme is set you can be as broad as you wish in this area.

Again, if you want to remain anonymous then simply sign in as such...all are welcome and maybe at the end we can do a poll and put the poems to the test. The reward will be something like you have never seen before!