The sounds of a scampering step sounded in the empty Crazy A studio. The chair marked with a teal A was empty, and the table had scattered papers on it. A little white creature pushed the chair back, and climbed into it.
“Oh, bother her!” It said, as it had to make the chair higher to look over the table. A red light flickered at intervals, and Snowball looked at it. “Wonder what that thing is. Hullo? Hmm, no one’s here. What was Amie thinking when she told me to come in here alone? Doesn’t she know I’m a rabbit?
Well, we’ll have to make the best of it. What are these papers? Hmm, White Christmas? What’s that for? Iraq soldier song? What is going on in Amie’s brain? Here’s a notebook. That might help and tell me what to do.” Snowball squinted at the paper.
Looking in the mirror and what do I see?
Eyes too big and a noise that doesn’t suit nicely.
Looking in the mirror, I’m not sure I’m happy
With what’s looking back at me.
“Bah! Nonsense. I always knew Amie was full of nonsense. I mean, just read her blog. Apparently she’s expecting me to make a post that will fill her blog with amazing readers. This must be her poetry journal. Let’s find the next paper.
Salve! Ego scribere humus scholae. Latin purūs lingua…
What is this? Another language? I’ve only been taught to read English. Let’s see…Hmm, notes about essays, written essays, a blog post she’s already posted, questions for friends…WHY DOESN’T AMIE WRITE JUICY TIDBITS? Now I know why she bribed me with bananas to write this post.
MORE POETRY? I need to tell her to stop. Listen to this nonsense.
A simple prayer
A small little whisper
Sounds like more stuff to find in greeting cards. Hey hey! Here are some good short stories…I know exactly what I’ll do. Now, how do you turn on the mic? HELLO? Sound man? What, you’re not a man? And I’ve been rolling this whole time? Uh-oh, Amie’s going to be mad…Well, I’ll do what she asked anyway.
An Unseen Frank
by Snowball Rabbit
Twice upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a boy named Augustine Terrance Lumpus. All together he was a nice boy, though, of course he did steal from the cookie jar, but that was slender. And perhaps he did forget to clean behind his ears, but that didn’t make him a bad boy, did it? Augustine was known by all as an altogether pleasant chap, fun fellow, a chummy comrade.
Augustine was an only child, and as close to an orphan as a child with two parents can get. His parents were constantly globe-trotting, and having a good time at social events while poor Augustine Terrence was left all alone in their large, dark house. That is why Augustine firmly believed in the unseen. So firmly, that Augustine constantly had conversations with the unseen. Why, he had five unseen brother named Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Frank. Of course, when he had named them, he hadn’t known there was only four gospels. He was pretty sure he had heard about the gospel of Frank in his Sunday school class, but he wasn’t quite sure.
On this particular day, his unseen brothers were playing with him in the garden. It was Frank’s turn to hide, and they all had to seek him.
“Now Frank,” Gus, as his brothers called him, said. “Don’t hide too hard or I’ll never find you.” Frank simply nodded his unseen head, and bounded unseen away. Now, Augustine knew the rules of hide and seek, but he didn’t know exactly the right way to count to fifty, so he counted until he felt fifty had passed.
“One another number, two another number, three another number, four another number, five another number. Do you think that’s enough, John?” When John nodded his unseen head, Augustine marched to find unseen Frank, with the help of unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and, of course, John.
“Where, oh where can he be?” Augustine sang, skipping down the garden path, knowing that his unseen friends were having just as much unseen fun as he was. They looked high and low, in the bushes and in the trees, but Frank wasn’t in the garden.
“Dear oh dear! Where could Frank have wondered off to?” Augustine worried, pulling at his little golden curls. “I know! He has gone to the park to play. Come on, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.”
Together they crossed the busy streets, almost being run over, and made it five blocks away to the park. Augustine bravely walked in, and set to looking for lost, unseen Frank. The bushes seemed the best hiding place for Frank, and there were so many, so Augustine fell to work.
Finally, he came to the very last bush. It was a very large bush, so Augustine would have to walk all the way around it. As he did so, he called Frank’s name.
“Hullo! How do you know my name, chap?” A boy asked, looking up from his book with big, questioning eyes. Augustine stopped in his tracks.
“Are you my Frank?” Augustine asked.
“I dunno. Are you my Gus?” Frank asked, though he seemed to be teasing.
“That’s what my Frank calls me. Oh, Frank, you’ve become seen!” Augustine threw his arms around the older boy’s neck, and the boy looked startled.
“I do declare, this chap’s off his rocker, but he can’t harm me. There, Gus, what is your real name?”
“Augustine Terrance Lumpus, sir. And I’m not the second, nor the third. I’m simply the only Augustine Terrance Lumpus.”
“Well, aren’t you something? Where is your mum?” Frank asked, standing up and offering his hand to the young fellow.
“I don’t know. Probably at some luncheon. She’s very busy,” Augustine explained. Frank wisely said nothing, simply started off in the well-known direction of the Lumpus establishment.
“I’m really very surprised you became seen, Frank,” Augustine started the conversation again.
“And what do you mean be seen?” Frank asked. “I’ve always been seen.”
“By me, yes, but no one else had eyes to see you seen, you know,” Augustine said confidently. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you so.”
Frank didn’t know what to think, so he did the only thing sensible boys would do…He asked a question. “What does unseen mean, chap?”
“Unseen things are like God. Only certain people can see God. And even then they don’t really see God, they just know He’s there because He shows himself to them. God can’t make Himself seen like you did, Frank, because He’s so bright He’d hurt our eyes.”
“Is that so?” Frank asked, thinking that the reason we couldn’t see God was because of our own sinfulness, not God’s brightness.
“Oh, yes. You see, God is very bright, and we are used to the very dark. So when the brightness of God comes to close to our very dark, our very dark isn’t very dark anymore. It’s as black as pitch. You know, so black that it’s purple?”
“Ah, I see.”
“Yes, it makes it easier to see now that you’re seen, doesn’t it? But seeing the unseen is only for people who have eyes to see, and choose to use those eyes. You’re my own unseen Frank made seen.”
Frank smiled down at the little boy. He didn’t know how to answer to this absurdness, but he liked it anyway. “Now, where are unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John?” Augstine asked, and Frank looked stumped.
Cut! CUT! Whew, that’s over. Now, I hope no one notices that’s an unfinished story. Amie really should work harder on finishing her short stories. Well, sound woman, our job is done. Wait? We’re still rolling? BUT I SAID! Oh, I have to say goodbye?
Good bye, all you humans. Watch out, or the bunny kind will come to make you stay in order. I had best be gone.
Snowball Rabbit is the pet of Amie. He is known for his friendly licks, love of hopping, and devouring apples at frightening rate. He is a very handsome and patriotic rabbit. An Uncle Sam in the rabbit world. (And he wants you! Just kidding 😂)