Mutant Rabbit Tales: Subepilogue 2; A Clinical Evaluation into the Nature of Floppy and other possible POOKAS

“According to legend, the phooka is a shape shifter, capable of changing into a variety of terrifying forms. It may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog”

Its about minus 270 degrees celcius or just slightly above absolute zero in outer space so suggest when you are in deep space talking to your Muse consider wearing flannel. The muse related the dream of the wise rabbit.the rabbit was wise and talking. Oh Muse, speak to me, using the words of this humble but wise, young rabbit…Most of the dream was lost the Muse said but what was the meaning? “The Pagan holiday Ostara was coming up? Could this be it? Possibly could be fertility? But a more ominious vison crossed through my almost frozen brain as I contemplated the question of the Muse.

It has been the better part of a year since parted from the training exercise in Austrailia with the demented bunny. Rough, but in retrospect had an appreciation on maintaining flexibility in tactics and a newfound appetite for Goanna (see the complete tales below) eggs. Odd, but the Muse that normally knows just about everything was puzzled on this dream! This odd coincidence gave some reflection on the personal issues and interaction with the rancid rabbit. The so called circle of life tied in details from Penn State, Vietnam, Austrailia, and now into the sub artic temperatures of outer space just outside the recently purchased UFO. Once again on the inflatable chairs on Deck 2 of the spaceship decided to consider some of the other Pooka Bunny sitings over time that may (or may not) have also been the leporous lepus. Overall, you can get used to the cold (especially if wearing flannel) but contemplation of these events in the darkness of space is somewhat distracting.

The medieval instance of the killer rabbit that guarded a cave of great treasures seems to have very little factual information available. Of course, those that have seen and met the vicous bunny guard were typically not around long enough for a scribe to pen the adventures for posterity. Although considered silly comedy rather than based on fact there is some hidden knowledge. Take for example this dialogue:

“Follow. But. Follow only if ye be men of valour, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived. Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.”

-Monty Python (Quest for the Holy Grail,1975)

Many have laughed at this classic bit of humor but usually there is also a vestigial memory of byegone days when this was more the reality for those adventurers that crossed the line. The devil’s advocate critic might say: “Vapor, are we to believe every movie that inlcluded werewolfs and other nasty mutanted animals has some basis in reality???!!!” No, please note that many of the legends that inspired many of these movies was inspired by large dangerous bunnies BUT how many possible horror fans would really go to a movie, regardless of fact, to see a giant bunny!!!!!

Now there have been several movies that have had to courage to show the potential of the bunny pooka. The “Night of the Lepus” (1972) that showed an southwest community terrorized by not one giant bunny, but an entire herd of lepus, that might be considered lepii in some circles. But still there is one courageous movie that goes further in not portraying the pooka as a mindless eating machine, but as a companion and guardian. Yes, this may be lost in time for many of my Facebook friends, but the classic and touching move “Harvey” (1950) starred Jimmy Stewart in a classical portrayal of someone believed to be on the verge of alcoholism and with an imaginary six foot plus rabbit named Harvey. The following excerpt is necessary from the IMDB database to illustrate this example.

“I’d just put Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been mixing his rye with his gin, and I just felt that he needed conveying. Well, anyway, I was walking down along the street and I heard this voice saying, “Good evening, Mr. Dowd.” Well, I turned around and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that because when you’ve lived in a town as long as I’ve lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name. And naturally I went over to chat with him. And he said to me… he said, “Ed Hickey was a little spiffed this evening, or could I be mistaken?” Well, of course, he was not mistaken. I think the world and all of Ed, but he was spiffed. Well, we talked like that for awhile and then I said to him, I said, “You have the advantage on me. You know my name and I don’t know yours.” And, and right back at me he said, “What name do you like?” Well, I didn’t even have to think twice about that. Harvey’s always been my favorite name. So I said to him, I said, “Harvey.” And, uh, this is the interesting thing about the whole thing: He said, “What a coincidence. My name happens to be Harvey.”
-Character Ellwood P. Dowd

TO CONCLUDE, I told the Muse that there may not be an answer to the appearance of the rabbit. As once stated in earlier adventures, it seemed that to truely understand just go with the flow and be “one with the rabbit”. Time may provide clarity or possibly never will there be an answer. I often ponder myself on the whereabouts of Floppy and when our continued adventuires will once again commence possibly with successors or additional disciples of the bunny.

“When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in your enemy’s eyes”
– A Happy Bunny Button

Editorial Note 1: For those uninitated into the Tales of Floppy please refer to the earlier notes section to review Chapters One through Five. And the term Pooka can also be spelled Phooka (Also Pwwka, Puca, Puka, Phouka, Púka, Pwca in Welsh, Bucca in Cornish, Pouque in Dgèrnésiais, Puca or Puck in English, Glashtyn, and Gruagach) so no typo comments please!

Editorial Note 2:
On the reader question: Did not the holy hand grenade impart death to the rabbit by the cave?

Answer: Dear Reader, to answer your question, let us read from the Book of Armaments, Chapter 4, Verses 16 thru 20. A pause for effect… then reading thusly:

“Then did he raise on high the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, saying, “Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” And the people did rejoice and did feast upon the lambs and toads and tree-sloths and fruit-bats and orangutans and breakfast cereals … Now did the Lord say, “First thou pullest the Holy Pin. Then thou must count to three. Three shall be the number of the counting and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither shalt thou count two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the number of the counting, be reached, then lobbest thou the Holy Hand Grenade in the direction of thine foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.”


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