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Sunshine
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Fable The Rabbit and his Warren In a world long ago, there was a Rabbit by the name of Ronwald, who decided that organization and commitment, respect and tolerance were key to any situation that might make his world better. In his little corner of the world, he wanted to create a lovely garden. He wanted it filled with vegetables, flowers, plants and life. Now, Ronwald had a bit of magic up his furry arm, and key to all were several goddesses that would visit him often, helping Ronwald make sure that his world would stay on the right keel for those who would visit and enjoy the fruits of his labors. But most importantly, these goddesses, DeVina, Kitina, Naniness, and Sunnyone, knew not only to dabble in the garden where he deemed their talents be best, but also knew how to chant one word…Soon. For this little garden of Ronwald would inhabit, he hoped, those who would bring all kinds of spices to his garden, so that the vegetables and fruits he would grow would be expounded by their goodness, and give a zip of taste to life’s garden, which otherwise could be bland, and mundane. Before too long, Ronwald’s garden began to grow. Chipmunks and Deer came, Warbirds flew in from the sea, just to observe from a distance; Coyotes and Mountain Lions, Bears and Elk, even Wind came to rustle the leaves, and tickle chins. Squirrels and Snakes, Robins and Redbirds, and even more rabbits came to Ronwalds Warren. Ronwald worked hard, calling upon the goddesses often, making new dens and burrowing in here and there, always clearing away deadwood and debris, planting seeds, listening to various of the animals and birds’ suggestions and ideas. Some ideas were good and sound, and could be implemented fairly quickly, and low and behold, smilies were born. Other suggestions would take much thought, and it was during these meditations, that Ronwald’s goddesses would be heard chanting but one word…Soon. But not all of the animals had the belief in Ronwald that the goddesses had, and their derision and discontent could be felt, and heard around the warren. Some of them wanted to burrow off into other worlds, so with a smile and a wave, Ronwald would show them various doors by which they might exit. In the meantime, he continued to build and develop new rooms, all while the garden above could continue to hold the fruits and vegetables of his efforts, which in turn continued to draw new animals and birds, even bees and other pollen bearing insects. This, in turn, allowed for other manner of animal and beast to come and thrive in this magical, mystical garden. And all the while, the goddesses continued to chant, soon. One day Ronwald came to the masses, and asked if anyone were interested in writing a journal in which their ideas and suggestions would be passed down to others who might enjoy new and different ways by which to see their own world. “Reflect, if you will,” spoke Ronwald, “and share with others by way of poetry, or prose, those thoughts you would wish to leave behind, that all might learn, and spark within them a new dream.” Oh, the ayes! that were heard among the throng of those who had come to live and play in Ronwald’s world! Overjoyed, they all founds ways to leave their mark, by hoof print or squiggle, by tooth mark or nail, on leaf and bark, by taking vines and wrapping them in intricate ways, and hung their ideas on Miss Spider’s web, so that Ronwald could collect them and bind them together with Silkworm’s thread. Along with the enthusiasm for this very special Journal, however, came problems for Ronwald. What kind of cover should envelope the wisdom of his warren mates? How best to gather everyone back in for further suggestions, when some had scattered far and wide throughout the seasons and the coming and going of moon and sun? Time passed, while Ronwald worked not only on the journal, but on the boundaries of the warren as well. For Coyote had turned surly, and turned on Squirrel, chasing it up trees. The Mountain Lion had chased away the Deer, who had been nibbling on tender shoots of the corn that had been planted for the coming winter. Ronwald realized he needed to repair this den, and that den, and the journal sat, in wait of all to come together once again. Some of the voices of the warren began to come to the goddesses in complaint. “When will all be accomplished? We want what was promised, now!” And the goddesses continued to chant, Soon, Soon, all will come in good time, Soon you will have what you ask for. But the goddesses believed in Ronwald, and Ronwald believed in his dream, and continued to expand his home, and hearth, welcoming those whose beliefs could add new walls to the warren, and whose ideas could enlarge the world they knew so that the garden grew. And grow it did. More and more creatures and seeds heard of the magical, mystical garden where beauty and life grew and flourished. They traveled by hoof, by air, by wing, whatever way they could come to the good earth of Rabbit Ronwald’s corner of the earth, and settled in to enjoy, and even some, to serve, by giving of themselves in ways they never expected. Even some of those who had ventured away, knew they had a haven to return to when the outside world grew barren and bleak, and they longed to return to a place that was ever-welcoming, and ever-there. But still, progress continued, and as such, new ideas and new complaints never ceased to come to the inner sanctum of Ronwald’s deep, dark area where he would seclude himself, discuss growth of the warren with the goddesses, and add to his ever growing Soon list of things that needed to be done. More than once, the thundering grumbling questions of “when will the journal be finished? When will we be able to see our collected thoughts?” filtered down to him and the goddesses. It seemed that discontent was easier to grow at times than any luscious vegetable, colorful fruit, or glorious plant. Oftentimes the sounds of Hawk and Raven could be heard, cawing and screeching, overshadowing the chirps and twitters of the happier birds, the soft murmurings and gentle sounds of those who stood back, with patience as a cape against the harsh time of what seemed, forever. Those who could, came to the Rabbit Ronwald’s assistance with his ever growing warren, keeping rooms and dens free of overgrowth of deadly weeds, and debris. Then, as the time of Soon began to seem but a dream, Ronwald came to the top of the earth one day, and said, “behold, the Journal!” And even in the deepest part of winter, when days are short, and nights are longer, did the promise become known, and the creatures all rested, content, in the holding of the book that had been but a dream in the heart of one. Moral of the story: What is to one creature an hour of time is another’s onward travels. [Or, “patience is a virtue”.] |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Ohhhhhhh Sunshine! I thoroughly enjoyed your fable. I love the characters and your style of describing them. Your Ronwald strongly reminded me of Tolkien's Tom Bombadil.  Yes, a very good fable and amazing how I almost used the moral "Patience is a virtue" with my fable too, but changed it to something different after editing. Wonderful job M'Lady! |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Sunshine, This is a wonderful story that one might even be able to draw certain parallels from. Hmmm, I wonder... Doc |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ok...Now I am going to go study how to act like a Goddess!  Soon! |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Great fable, Sunshine! Working on patience, here. A timely lesson for me! Hugs! Shenachie |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Underlying stories possible here. But, the presentation of this common message in a deeply thinking peice was wonderful. Really beautiful pictures you painted here. I love how you can see all of it. Wonderful fable! |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
oh I get it! it's about piptalk! haha Nice work Sunshiney one. But you couldn't find a way to include a tapeworm or something? I'm heartbroken.  Brian |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Very colourful Karilea, loved the characters and the scenery. A wonderful place to be and yes patience is a virtue..indeed. I actually visited the Rabbits Warren once..I loved it so much I stayed. Yep he even found a place for a "Dark Angel" Well Done! M Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This is a wonderful offering, Sunshiny one, as we discussed earlier... and I'm working really hard on this goddess stuff with PdV - Hoping to get it "eventually" (that's sometime after "soon"... |
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