Drawn by Rabbits
By Two Tutus
"Tutu, tutu," the child called. Laying together on the thick soft blanket, the last of the old woman's story stuck to the insides of the child's eyes.
Turning to face her mo'opuna, the woman waited for questions.
"Did you, did you pull the Golden Wagon to the Bunny Farm?"
"Oh yes! Your Tutu Man hitched up the Golden Wagon and went a long, long, long way to cross over a very special bridge. We had to go a long, long, long way to loosen any clingers."
"Clingers, Tutu? What is clingers?
"A clinger is like a kuku. You know when you go running through the long grass and come home covered with kuku?
In the child's imagination a farm filled with bunnies was not too long a way to go. Story books and pictures of rabbits pulling a carriage piled in the corner. Beatrix Potter. But when the child and the tutu spent time with stories, new stories ran behind the big brown eyes.
Now the young one had something else pulling imagination's curiosity.
"Kuku sounds like kuku, Tutu. Clingers like tutu ." A small brown smooth hand squeezed a small wrinkled hand. Then the two brown people laughed and jiggled a long, long long time.
The bunnies, rabbits and hares on the Bunny Farm laughed, too. They loved being drawn into stories.
To be continued ...here.
The video was shot in the spring of 2019 when Pete and I left 'The Prairie Front' for the campground where we now live with bunnies, rabbits and hares.
The photos above were taken by me on 'The Bunny Farm', in Langley.
RELATED LINK:
"The folklore of rabbits & hares"
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