A Fluffle of Freelapse

Scrappy: “I’m back from Beef Dip, and I have souvenirs for you!”

Me: “Hopefully nothing contagious.”

Scrappy: [stifling a cough] “Of course not. Now, I know your thing is jackalopes, but I couldn’t find any. So instead, I got you bunnies!”


Me: “Ooh! The Centzon Tōtōchtin!

Scrappy: “Um… what?”

Me: “The divine rabbits from Aztec mythology who throw giant, drunken parties!”

Scrappy: “Okay, seriously, only you would know this.”

Me: “Um, I’m pretty sure the Aztecs were aware of it, too.”

Scrappy: “…”

Me: “Bunnies!”

The beadwork on the little bunny in front is arranged in a peyote motif, so I decided to name him Botón, which is Spanish for “button.” Get it?! Like a peyote button? Ye Gods but I’m clever. And I don’t even mind that Scrappy brought all these symbols of drugs and alcohol into my house, because I accept the magic rabbits as protective, talismanic reminders not to ingest anything hallucinogenic from Central America. They’re really the gifts that keep on giving that way.

Author: Thumper (MJ)

Thumper Marjorie Forge is a Gardnerian High Priest, an initiate of the Minoan Brotherhood, a devout Discordian, a recovering alcoholic, and a notary public

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