Bunnie's Hut: Morning Glory

What view Ray had over the edge of the mattress became more inquisitive. Why didn't she wake up? And why did she look funny? Was she sick? The squirrel recalled his parents making mention of "looking green" when someone was ill. Tightening his tiny hands around the bedding, Ray hoisted himself up onto the bed for a closer look.

Leaning over her on his knees, the boy took Bunnie's cheeks in his hands and tilted her face towards his own. "Oth'Mama?"

Ray's nose wrinkled -- at least in part because his palms were now green. The child blinked; looked like this meant she wasn't green with sickness. Unable to ignore his great curiosity in the greater face of waking Bunnie, the squirrel sniffed at the thick goo coating one of his hands, then tentatively licked it.

"YUCKY!!" he quickly recoiled, scrunching his face and sticking out his tongue.

Still gagging and choking, Ray took to vehemently wiping his hands off on Bunnie's blanket. So she wasn't sick, but for some reason she had something on her face that would MAKE her sick. Maybe that's why it was on her face, actually; maybe she'd tried to eat it but it came back up in her sleep.

... And he'd just licked it. No wonder it tasted so yucky.

In any case, she was now facing away from him, and the tiny squirrel clambered over the rabbot's much bigger body. Now taking a more forward approach, the boy jumped up and down and shook at her upper arm. "OTH'MAMAAAAAA!!"

But rather than greet her, or even get to the reason why he'd invaded her home in the first place, Ray's priorities had shifted. "You sick?"

Under the impression that she'd suffered a night time accident indeed, the squirrel showed her the part of her blanket where he'd wiped his hands. "But you ickied!"

Ray's head canted slightly. Was 'purdy' another word for 'green'?

Regardless, the golden child attempted to wipe his surrogate mother's face with the same blanket. "It's yucky." He gagged again at the memory of such a taste.

For a moment, Ray was left alone in the bed that dwarfed the little squirrel. At first he wasn't sure if he should tag along or wait, but as he hadn't been given instructions to stay and he was curious anyway, he soon hopped down and scurried after.

As with many structures in his life, the sink was far too tall to allow him an easy view. The squirrel examined the height of the counter carefully, then abruptly sprang into the air and latched onto the edge, attempting to haul himself on top.

Ray's little mouth seemed to triple in size as he let out a loooong yawn. After all, it was still rather early in the morning, but it didn't look like he'd be going back to sleep too soon. The boy stood on all fours and proceeded to stretch -- first his arms, then his legs -- then twisted his head to scratch the top with his left foot.

Settling down again while Bunnie washed up, the squirrel's eyes drifted along the items situated near the sink nozzles. Peering intently, his tiny hand wrapped around an unusual-looking item that seemed to give when he squeezed it. It felt kind of funny in his hands, really; and one end of it was all rolled up. Fiddling further, Ray discovered a twisty thing on the other end, and readily spun it off. This proved to be problematic, however, when he gave it another squeeze, and a big string of goo rocketed out the now open end. "...Wazzat?"

Meanwhile, Ray's features had all wrinkled up in disgust. "That use'a be TEETH??"

Well THAT was good news. Ray's face shifted back into a smile as he watched his caretaker work. Although, he did feel kind of bad that he'd messed it up and she was fixing it now. He should do something nice.

The squirrel grabbed his knees and rocked on his bottom in thought. Gazing back up at Bunnie, and finding the green mud fully cleaned from her face, the child let out a satisfied chirp and pointed. "Pretty!"

"Yer welgum," Ray replied, quite pleased with himself. And yet, the blonde boy wasn't yet satisfied with doing simply that for Bunnie. The squirrel's eyes drifted around the small bathroom while he considered a handful of ideas, until suddenly sitting up straight. Letting out a short, high-pitched squeal, he hopped down from the counter and bolted for the hut door.

Elsewhere, Ray giggled excitedly as he burst out the door and hopped off the hut row deck. One quick glance to locate a stick later, the squirrel dumped himself into the dirt path and busily went to work etching an image into the ground.

Several minutes later, the boy rushed back into Bunnie's home and latched onto her wrist. "Oth'Mama! I drawed for you!"

Sorry, this squirrel was on a mission. Pulling even more insistently, Ray grunted and squealed, "Come seeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Closing his tiny hands around her comparatively giant organic right hand, Ray tittered and pulled his caretaker toward her door, down the steps, and several inches to the side. At their feet, a crude sketch awaited them in the dirt... vaguely resembling a partially roboticized someone.

The golden child turned his eager eyes up to Bunnie, excitedly awaiting her response.