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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 11:24:02 GMT -6
Can I ask you a question, I don't want to impose., I finally ask her. when the bus gets moving again. Her head tilts a little, but since my eyes are closed, all I heard was movement. 'You may...?' she finally responds. What is the difference between a rabbit and a bunny?, Its a touchy question in my thoughts. Because when I imagine it, Chef Rabbit stands next to this little brown bunny but other then the physical differences, why is one Rabbit and the other bunny. On my left, she exhales heavily. Was this a frequently asked question? 'What I am is a rabbit. Rabbit is our species. But a bunny is another name for small or young rabbits. A nickname of sort. When we're fully grown, it just becomes a pet name and are called rabbits. Because I am small, I'm still called a bunny.' So just a difference of speech. I can feel the shifting of my knapsack again. +1
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 11:29:45 GMT -6
So its not a difference between male and female rabbits?, I inquire. By her size, and her voice, and how she appears to me, and her smell, I recognize female. I'm sorry if its a touchy subject., rubbing behind my ears. Its a curiosity that I haven't bothered asking. 'Let me ask you a question. How do you tell apart male and female foxes?' she asks me. Opening my eyes, I turn my head to see her looking right at me. Her posture is stronger, and curious. Well, male foxes are usually bigger, and have brighter fur... 'No, I mean is there a term between foxes that tells you apart?' Oh. Um, female foxes are usually known as vixens, and males like me are todds. Nobody's really asked me this sort of question before. 'Male rabbits are called bucks, and females are called does. But we aren't called that till we're full grown.'
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 11:46:28 GMT -6
We're called cubs until we're full grown. I heard baby... uh, bunnies are called kits? 'That's right. You're a learned fox.' she smiles a bit at what I knew. The slight blush I had earlier burns under my fur briefly. 'Not many predators want to learn about other animals. Are you still a cub?' A few moments pass... I might have a bit of growing left to do, but I guess now that I left home, I'm a todd. My name is Kristofor., About time for me to introduce myself. 'Christopher? What a very human sounding name for a fox' she startles briefly to cover her mouth. Uh, with a K. K-ris-to-for. I correct her. 'Sorry. I"ve never heard of a fox having such a name like that. They're usually very basic names, like Fox. or color of their fur?' No, I think it depends on who is talking to who. This is my name, but its shorter then my fox name.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 11:58:00 GMT -6
'I think its a pretty name. Its unique and makes you stand out.' my bunny seatmate finally settles to say. She blushes again, winding her toes around each other. She doesn't speak again until the bus stops at its fifth stop. One more stop and thats where I get off. 'My name is June.' Huh, I expected something more wild sounding. 'My family keeps calling me Junebug.' June looks at her knees decisively. 'but thats not my name.' Families really like their nicknames, I find., I tell her. June is a nice name, but perhaps Junebug could be a nickname with others., my voice falters a bit, maybe I struck a nerve. I mean, I don't specifically recall my uncle's family using any nicknames for me, except my declarance as a natural at almost anything I tried. 'I don't like Junebug... makes me sound even smaller then I already am. Does are small, but not always...'
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 12:05:19 GMT -6
I guess it was too soon to introduce ourselves; as both June and I don't speak again until the bus starts moving again, a considerable amount of people had gotten off but several had gotten on. It took a period of time to load bags and such. Busses rapidly weren't my favorite mode of human transportation. At least with a motorcycle, one could see fully around them. This was a one way tunnel that moved on big round legs. Reaching for my knapsack as I undo my pretzel legs, checking in on Mira. Squinty gray eyes glowered at me from the inner portion of the bag. Oops, sorry Mira. Just need my pouch. Carefully, I close the flap of the knapsack after rummaging around inside for my money bag. June isn't paying attention anymore as she watches the window. Its now a human road and less of the traveled paths. Were we getting close?
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 20, 2020 12:10:53 GMT -6
Since I'm your 'service animal', do you need to get off with me briefly?, I ask June once I have my money pouch and checked it. Not much, it might afford me a meal and a night stay at someplace. But I need to feed Mira once we're off the bus and settled. She hadn't started complaining about food yet, so when did they eat? 'Yes. But I'll be getting back on, so I'll let you go off to 'service dog school'.' she answers, briefly polishing her fake badge. All too soon, the bus slows... and stops. Its a small station, like those you see on city blocks, with a shelter and a map and times of when the bus comes. Outside the city. Craning my head about, I can barely see white ahead. June nudges me to get up, and I grab my knapsack, put it on and June holds onto the knapsack strap behind me as I lead her down the stairs, and off the bus. "I am getting on for the burrows, hold on for me." she tells the piggy bus driver, who grumbles at her as we pass him. We go a ways from him, and she releases my straps. 'Thanks for playing along. ...Good luck out there.' You too. We briefly shake paws and she turns around and gets back on the bus. The bus leaves, and here I am... far from home and in a new city.
No turning back now. +1 -end-
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