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.

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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.

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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?"

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