I have a story that involves a rabbit named Jack Bunny. Actually, I have many stories about Jack. He appeared when my kids were going to day care, and I was working full time. Yes, this was some time back.
Like all mom’s, I had ambivalent feelings about dropping my kids off at day care, but was soothed to know that they enjoyed their time there. Perhaps to assuage my own mixed feelings, I began to spin tales at night of the magical rabbit, Jack Bunny, who showed up at daycare, hid in the bushes, whispered to my kids, and then took them out on adventures. One touch of his paw, and they were magically transported through time and space to…wherever I could think of!
Perhaps this is new territory for you, but then again, I’ve discovered that the older I get, the more the old stories have valuable warmth and charm. Besides, I’m better at letting go and just writing now, coming along with the words to see what happens. So, if you care to join me, I will start Jack and the kids off on another adventure here. I invite you to put in your two cents, not because I need you to, but because it occurred to me that your wonderful minds, hearts, and skills might delight in spinning these tales along with me. This is for fun–for the young at heart who know no irony or sarcasm but who love adventure, a yearning for the unimaginable, and the sense that anything can happen at any time.
It was a Tuesday. Carrie was happy it was not Monday, but then again, it wasn’t Thursday either—the day before Friday which was the day before Saturday—the day the family got to be all together at home. On the other hand, she liked the day care—lots of kids to play with–and Wylie showed up after his day in first grade for the last two hours of the day rather than going home to the empty house, and this made her proud. She had a big brother, and he was fun.
The playroom clocked chimed three—time to go outside and play on the equipment, run races, and be loud. (No hollering inside.) Wylie would show up soon, and after that, Mom would come after work was done. Carrie ran outside, looking from side to side to think of what to do. Play tag? Grab a swing? Climb the fort? Just then she heard a very welcome sound.
“Psst! Psst!” Someone was hissing from the azalea bushes. “Psst! Carrie!”
“Jack!” Carrie ran over, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one saw. “What’s up?”
“I’m on my way to ride a cyclone. Do you want to come?”
Carrie’s eye lit up. “Oh. A cyclone! Like Dorothy in the “Wizard of Odds.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Yes, something like that. We’ll pick Wylie up as he leaves Windsor Elementary. Touch my paw, and let’s go!”