Friday, June 08, 2007

Why drive?

hands on elbows

Why would rabbits drive rabbits cars over little rabbit roads, you might ask. Then again, you might not.

We will now take a pause for our sponsor: Life.

Life is presenting you this show, this essay, this you sitting at your computer looking at these words and having certain thoughts or feelings and sitting in a certain way.

Life is in you.

Do you know you are alive?

If you follow your breathing and sense your feet and spine and legs and arms and follow your breathing do you know more easily that you are alive?

Do you like feeling you are alive?

Do you like the feeling of liking being alive?

End of pause.

So far: we have a story, a silly story, of Fred Fur an angry rabbit who is calling his anger upset, and we have a story of his brother Billy wanting revenge on the rabbit drivers and we have a question: what are rabbits doing driving cars?

Well: let’s say it’s like this (this is a story, right, you know, fiction): the rabbits of the planet Earth, like most of the Earth creatures, at a certain time in Earth’s history started to go a little or a lot crazy. Maybe it was the chemicals in the air, maybe it was the weirdness in the weather, maybe it was the crowding out of natural places and the ungodly (depending on your idea of god, or God) amount of human consumption and noise and greed and waste.

Bad vibes, or crowded vibes or polluted vibes, anyway, the rabbits starting thinking like humans and they thought that feet and muscles and moving along on their own power wasn’t good enough. If people had cars, they wanted cars. Some clever rabbit invented them. Another one came up with a fuel, which wasn’t gasoline, because the rabbits were pretty sure that that avenue was a sure fire recipe for disaster, but they found a way to use old newspaper, which there always seemed to be a lot of, and so they drove on the outskirts of human settlements in little almost magic rabbit cars fueled by old newspaper.

Now I say almost magical, because these cars were not observed or discovered by human beings when our story takes place, which is either a long long time ago, or a bit into the future.

Anytime but now.

We pause here to contemplate that now is the only time we can really know we are alive as we are living our life.


Now Billy was wanting revenge and Fred was wanting to control Billy, and the rabbits who were driving rabbits cars were driving themselves crazy, because they were so intoxicated with how much speed they were making and how fast they were getting from place to place that they scheduled lots of “things to do” every day and every night and they were so “busy” going with great and intoxicating speed from one Important Thing to another Important Thing that they were exhausted and hardly had any time for remembering they were alive.

They had the same problem we do sometimes when we get to busy.

Hmm. What do you think about that?

And now: where will our story go from here?

Well, cars and anger and brothers and ecological breakdown and rising insanity are great as background noise, but without a little love, how can the world go around?

So Melissa decides to move into the story by moving into to the town Fred Fur lives in, and she is a piano teacher(small pianos, these being rabbits she teaches) and the first person she bumps into is Fred.


“Excuse me, oh hello. You look as if you are new and Sunshade Acres.”

“Is that what this place is called?”


“Well. Gosh. And I bumped into you because I was watching the clouds. Nice clouds.”

Melissa was much nicer to look at for Fred than the clouds, and he probably would have scored big points if he’d said that. But he didn’t. He just wondered what he was going to be able to say that would be interesting enough to keep Melissa around so he could look at her a lot longer as they talked.

“Clouds are famous for Sunshade.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The clouds create shade.”


“And the sun creates clouds. Or maybe it doesn’t. I think I understood that once.”

“Do you mean that Sunshade is famous for clouds?”

“Is it?”

“I don’t know. I’m not from here.”

“But you are here now?”


Melissa was finding this quite amusing. She was just recovering from a nasty divorce so she wasn’t really interested in the opposite gender, no matter what they say about rabbits, but she was glad to know she still seemed to have the ability to inspire confusion and awe in a frisky male rabbit.


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