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.