Ninja

A small, tan scorpion crawled across the ceiling. The heat had driven it out of the attic and into the bedroom below. A light breeze from the ceiling fan caused it to lose its grip and drop to the carpeted floor. A second later it began moving again, seeking the shadows underneath the bed.

The shadows already held something. A black bunnyfly watched, hidden within the dark grey transitions from light to dark. Not one muscle moved. A one inch sword was already drawn, its blade blackened and gleam free. The black scarf wrapped around his face left just enough room for tiny eyes to peek out.

The scorpion drew closer to the bed, unaware it was already a target. As it reached the darkening edge underneath, its tail was cleanly sliced off. In an instant it was dismembered: legs, pinchers, body segments and head were all removed until the bits were simply chopped into smaller bits. After his sword was sheathed the small scorpion bits were gathered up and flown to a space under the chest of drawers that could only be gotten to from a gap in the wall. The scorpion bits were placed with other scorpion bits, dozens, maybe hundreds. A scorpion bit for every time The Couple had not been stung by a scorpion.

Ninja bunnyfly flew undetected back to the shadows.

And watched.

~

Blue

Our Heroine had been crying for a while. Crying the big raindrop kind of tears that don't leave tracks so much as drench your whole face. Nothing had been going right, neither work or art or even simple things like cleaning up around the house or driving to the grocery store. Today was just doomed. It was full of pressure and stress and disappointment, and she was alone and crying and was going to damn well continue.

"It's like I'm drowning in all this stuff. I'm drowning in bills, drowning in work that's not even my project, drowning in errands, God, I'm just drowning."

She didn't see the blue bunnyfly land in front of her. He landed on her knee but didn't weigh enough to cause a presence. He stood there watching and waiting patiently. He listened to her describe the day and all that had gone wrong with it. He listened to her plans for the future and all the frustrations and obstacles between the way things are now and how they will be then.

Eventually the tears stopped. She took her hands from her eyes and wiped her face, and looked down to see him for the first time. He was looking up at her, listening and waiting. He took an object out of his mouth, wiped it off, and held it up with all measure of sincerity.

A tiny blue snorkle.

~

Classical Bunnyfly

It was one of those days. Both women took turns screaming at the air whenever they got off the phone. The full moon was at least a week away, so that couldn't be it. But for whatever reason, every single person calling in today was like a trip to the dentist. Either they wouldn't listen, or couldn't comprehend, or were just stubborn and continued insisting on the impossible. Each time a call ended they would check to confirm it was the only call, then scream as loud as possible.

Then a bunnyfly landed on the counter space between desks. He had a long, flowing wig that invoked images of Beethovan and Bach. No creature that small should have an attitude so large. He could have looked down his nose at royalty. The tiny conductor's baton was expected, but the coat tails and crevat were really just going overboard with the entire theme.

As the most recent call ended, both bewildered women stared at the little bunnyfly. He tapped his baton on the counter as they both got the idea. Hands raised as high above his head as they'd go, he paused before bringing them crashing down for the first note.

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The scream turned into giggles as he was blown backwards, summersaulting into the wall behind. With the dignity of a cat he picked up the wig, found his baton, bowed his goodbye and left.

The giggles subsided and with renewed strength to get through the work day both women brought their attention back to the computers.

"What I want to know is: Where did he find the wig?"

~

Purple has sweatbands

Purple 'helps' The Man exercise.

We think the little purple guy has watched too many "Rocky" movies. He has the tiniest sweatband around his little ears (we don't have any idea where he got it either), and carries a stopwatch.

Only it's not a real stopwatch. It looks like an Altoid mint on a string with little numbers drawn on it. But he carries it around and pumps his little fist in the air like a coach.

The Man will go out for a three mile run and Purple flies along with him, sometimes in front of him facing backwards (yep, these little guys fly in all directions), cheering him on.

It's quite amusing. Kinda hard not to laugh at him, he's so earnest about helping The Man work out. Even while The Man is lifting weights, Purple will nod his head like he's counting reps. He'll sit on The Man's back as The Man does push-ups, hopping up and down as if his little 3oz body could effect anything. But he's just sooo cute about it!

Then again, so's The Man. (grin)

~

Green Bunnyfly

Green flew erratically through the house. Each time he bumped into something, the hammer would knee-jerk reflex around into whatever he bumped into. He wasn’t angry. It wasn’t rage or emotion that caused his hammer to bash into various objects around the house; he had a hammer. Hammers are used to hit things. Why else would he have a hammer if not to hit things with it? Thankfully, his hammer was made from a small stick plunged into a pencil eraser. He swung it like a sledge, but so far had done no damage. Neither the TV, the 2 liter of soda, the couch arm, the light bulb hanging from the fan, the door knob, the tea kettle, the basketball, the pillow, the roll of toilet paper, the towel, or the shower curtain had any signs of being pummeled by Green, although the tea kettle made a fun noise each time it was hit.

Green flew up to the bathroom mirror to see if it needed wacking. He bumped into a tube of toothpaste and instinctively swung the hammer over his head and to land heavily onto the metallic cover, as heavily as only a pencil eraser swung by a three ounce bundle of enthusiasm can. It left a dent.

He looked at the dent. He looked closer at the dent. He swung the hammer again, leaving another dent which needed looking at. Green’s eyes grew wide as his tiny bunnyfly face lit up in joyous comprehension.

The next morning Our Heroine fumbled her way into the bathroom, half awake and slowly gaining momentum for the day. She stared at the toothpaste, then woke The Man with a “What the hell???” He joined her, staring at the toothpaste tube, every inch covered in dents. Dozens of tiny indentures pockmarked the entire tube. They both started laughing, and he leaned in close to whisper. “At least they don’t know how to unscrew the cap.”

An interested pair of green ears rose from behind the shower curtain.

A description

Bunnyflies. Extremely tiny creatures with the body of a bunny rabbit and the wings of a butterfly or dragonfly. The wings vary, some large, graceful and full of color, some clear, strong and built for speed, and some small, seemingly incapable of lifting the little guy into the air. Some bunnyflies are all one color and some are several colors mixed together. A few have picked up an accessory or two that goes along with their personality. Some have more than enough personality as it is, and don’t need any help. The one thing each bunnyfly has in common with all the others is its helpfulness. Bunnyflies are extremely helpful, they think. Overly helpful, others might say. Like when a cat helps you read a paper by sitting on it, or when small children help make breakfast by destroying the kitchen. They aren’t malicious. There’s no anger or malice in the things they do. They’re just little amoral bundles of enthusiasm that sometimes go straight to the heart of the problem. They see you yelling at the phone; they smash the phone. They hear you complain about being bombarded by bad vibes; they fashion tin foil shields and protectively surround you. Bunnyflies are full of love and care, they just have a very unique way of showing it. They like bubbles.

Entry #1

We're testing the waters here, seeing where things go. These guys are getting into everything and some wires have gotten crossed because one of them, the red one I think, has been doing the actual wire crossing.

Keep your eyes open here. We'll update as we can.