I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah
Floppy rubbed his eyes as he slowly exited the cave at twilight! Again alone by choice just like the old days in the wilderness of Austrailia during the parable of the pots test. Reflecting on the journey in the cave and finding the cave was not he answer and the flame provided false hope in the new persona but went out as Floppy approached.
Standing outside the cave he considered going back to the little bigheads and pondered while staining his fur with loganberries as he ate for the first time since entering. Floppy considered the rattan staff he left with the muses but decided to move on fast before his former cold personality warmed up again. Thinking back of those early days of Bien Hoa, Vietnam and the Happy Hours at the giant polished bar of the Texas Tavern in Sydney shrugged his shoulders and thought could have been worse. Good times, bad times but in the end no one else gave a fuck! Floppy stood by the entrances to the little bigheads hearing the familiar calls of “Yo! Anyone there!” A strong urge to enter and visit Amy the head Shaman and amateur dentist, but one furry paw inside and quickly pulled it back. Floppy realized his true nature and walked away from the slowly less audible “yo’s”.
Maybe the spaceship had enough power to get off Easter Island forever. He mentally created a wall in his mind to resist the urge to go back. A northeast flight path could take him to Athens. The original muse had told him stories on Athena, the goddess of love that was built over at the monastery of Kaisariani located in the remote Atmokounelos mountain range. Possibly this relatively small jump could be done by morning. A quick look towards the direction of the little bigheads that would be moving about soon, then turned away forever. Floppy again had the appearance of a dishevelled bunny with matted hair as he sweated over getting the craft ready. He took some time to collect some loganberries and even picked up a few pieces of amber from outside the cave. A few tiny insects were seen in several pieces, but he tossed these and kept the shiniest amber pieces for memory or just something to look at blankly. Resisting the urge to see what he could steal from one of the tourist docked boats; he readies the final stages before takeoff. Freezing at the sound of movement near the cave opening Floppy silently watches as Amy the Shaman and her companion human maybe lover Sir. Leonard Woolley step into the cave entrance and frown at the dirt covered bunny. A smile as Floppy shakes his head at the last invitation to return to the tribe. The spacecraft starts the final trip rough and the last vision is the little bighead that poked a bit of fun at Floppy. Floppy thinks why not as the last four incendiary rounds create a crater on the beach that quickly fills up with sea water.
Local Athens time 03:30 as the final stages of the flight going into IFR mode for the landing as various warning lights buzz and flicker ignored for the last few hours. Floppy goes into landing mode near the headwaters of the Illissos River. He looks at the crashed ship and sets the autodestruct. Checking the pack for the lock picks, amber pieces, few shiny stones, one gold coin, the extracted fang, Phyrst bottle opener, and his SOG knife, Floppy turns away and heads towards the Kaisariani Monastery. The head monks greet Floppy at the gate already having disturbing visions of the old bunny’s visit. The monks guide Floppy to a sterile little room not unlike the unnamed museum where Floppy originally escaped from. A time passes Floppy learns the advanced shapeshifting from the rare texts and monks. In return he provides significant entertainment at Friday night monk mixers turning into Bugs Bunny and Rocky the Flying Squirrel! Floppy thinks back sometime at the other path he could have taken with the little bigheads. Something like an emotion that clears up with the steel mind closing that path of possible regret
Twenty years pass.. Floppy is no longer the bunny of Easter Island. No longer a cold killer that could snap the necks of mercenaries without a second thought. Deep coughs tear at his stomach. The Brotherhood has accepted Floppy and tries to guide him but accepts the nature he cannot change This morning Floppy realizes the life journey from Penn State, Vietnam, Australia, Antarctica,, Easter Island, and now Greece is at an end. Collecting the amber pieces and a memento piece of Gorilla glued spacecraft he shakes, then blows out the flame on the candle. Watching the smoke a tiny tear then he snorts to clear his head. He doesn’t look back as he closes the door of the room he occupied for twenty years. Like a cat in the final hours, he walks alone to the pool of Athena that predates the monastery to an unknown date. It’s a beautiful day! Floppy stares at the pool and a smiling female face appears. Not Athena this time but the long-lost Maya! The voice states, “Why didn’t you look me up while in the neighborhood!” Floppy shrugs his shoulders as the vision fades and a male face appears.
Not a vision this time but the smiling reflection of Brother Roberto as he joins Floppy at the pool. Reaching into his cowl and making sign to shhhhhh, he hands over a few bottles of Loganberry wine, and an amber charm. Brother Roberto was considered the “party animal” of the monks although he did get a bit huggy at times! As Floppy stores the bottles and puts the charm on his neck he heads out to the gate. Roberto wakes up most of the sleepy-eyed monks as he sings the tune of Broken Halleluiah! Floppy turns and does one final smile and concentrates on shapeshifting into wolf form. The final voice greets Roberto, “Are you fucking finished, I am not fucking Shrek?” A bow of respect and few laughs by Floppy and his brother of rare friendship as the white-haired four-legged beast loupes off into the woods. The candles in the monastery go out as the wolf disappears into the tree line with a howl! Roberto closes the gate and the story “almost” ends!
The white-haired wolf was almost as disreputable as the mutant bunny. Even the normal Greek ticks sensed not to use this pooka as a food supply. Tired and deep in the Atmokounelos range a light appears in a clearing. The wolf offers a loud “What the fuck!!!” that comes out as a yowl! Marietha of the first muse appears as a vision above the wolf and provides a flame that will not go out.
“Don’t try to change things that should not be changed, follow the flame and be a free spirit. This is your friend, not your enemy!” The vision of the first muse disappears as the amulet on the scruffy neck heats and lights up. The new muse smiles! “Hey, you! I am your new muse just call me Amber! Get a moving you scruffy wolf!”
The flame moves deeper in the woods, Amber offers, “So follow and learn for once and enjoy don’t wolf whine. Any questions? Get the fuck going while your spindly ass legs can move you!”
“I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don’t believe in happy endings is because I don’t believe in endings.”
I tried to stand in your garden
But you’re too tall
You’re much too tall, yah
You win the hand, I throw my cards in
You watched me fall
You watched me fall
It’s a long way coming down
The ladders in your eye
For a Wednesday in your garden
I think that I would die
I tried to fly in your garden
But you shot me down
Mama you shot me down on the ground
I watched the sky above me harden
And your black gown your long back funeral gown
-Guess Who, “Wednesday in your Garden”