:: a little story ::

once upon a time, there was a little bunny who lived in a beautiful, enchanted forest.
she was always hopping from huge mushroom to huge mushroom, and once in a long while she would take a tiny nibble out of those yummylicious mushrooms. life was beautiful and full of wonder for this little bunny.

one day, the little bunny hopped onto a dull blue and grey mushroom, and banged into something hard. she raised her large doeful eyes to meet the warm brown eyes -- of another little bunny!

the two little bunnies stared at each other in incredulity, marvelling at how alike they are. and so from then on, the two little bunnies hopped from mushroom to mushroom together, hoping that one day in the future they would hop onto the Magical Mushroom of the forest and taste a little piece of heaven.

as the days drew into months, the two little bunnies became closer and closer, till they were almost inseparable! the little animals of the enchanted forest bounced around them and chirped happily, often poking fun at their intimacy and friendship. soon, they fell in love, inevitably.

for the months and months that followed, the two little bunnies felt as though they were the happiest bunnies in the whole wide world. they envisioned the Magical Mushroom together, and wondered if it would taste as heavenly as their love. but that was of no matter, for in each other's company, months seemed like days, and hours seemed like minutes. there was simply too short a time for all the wondrous exploring they were eager to do together in the forest!

but alas! it soon came to be that the two little bunnies would have little quibbles every now and then -- as with all little bunnies in love. but on a certain magical night, where all the stars were shining most brightly above the enchanted forest, the two little bunnies had the worst quibble of all time. it was as horrible as uprooting a newgrown mushroom sap from the ground in all its freshness and eagerness to embrace life; it was as dark and threatening as the sky would feel with dark cloud pregnant with water droplets.

in a fit of anger, one little bunny lashed out at the other little bunny, "Do you still love me?"

the other little bunny was stunned into speechlessness. some things were just not meant to be said. the little bunny recalls back to what Elder bunnies before have told her, about their love so strong (and of couse they took a lawful vow to love each other forever) that even when they meet with the worst quibbles, they would never say the word that starts with "d" (for convenience sake i shall tell all my readers that this word is "divorce"). it was a taboo.

the little bunny thought back on all these, and all their little enchanted moments together.

then, the little bunny started to cry.

the little bunny's tears flowed into rivers, and released torrents from the sky. the other little bunny realized what it has done, to his horror, and could only look helplessly, ashamedly, at the crying little bunny, guilt heavy as a smooth rounded rock upon its little heart.

with wretched sobs, the crying little bunny took off into the enchanted forest.

the enchanted forest with huge yummylicious mushrooms was blanketed in torrential rain for days, that stretched into weeks, that stretched into months. it was hard to see through the rain, and the guilt-stricken little bunny never found the crying little bunny.

when finally the rain ceased into a mild drizzle, and the sun struggled to pry through with all its blazing rays, the Magical Mushroom had disappeared, with all the rest of the huge yummylicious mushrooms. the forest was quiet with the aftermath of a huge storm, and the little animals darted furtively through the undergrowth.

a tension lingers in the air. it squeezes the guts of the little animals, and clutches their little hearts.

but a passer-by now, would only see two poorly drawn little bunnies in a sparse forest -- one in mid-stride (or rather, mid-hop), and the other crouched against a raintree with its knees drawn up to the chest -- frozen in time forever on a poor artist's canvas, in the corner of a drabby workroom in an obscure city. perhaps somewhere like, singapore.