The Carrot Hunt

The Carrot Hunt: the story of the little brown rabbit like Oneself

By Deomie Lynn Rivamonte

Once upon a time, there was a little brown rabbit. She was hungry and needed something to eat. The sun shines brightly high and proud, and the clear sunny morning calls on her to get up from her house under the tree.“Where could I eat today?” she asked herself.It has been a while since she roamed through the fields and, feeling a little conscious of stray foxes, she hopped and hopped momentarily, running and walking on the luscious green prairie while her heart beats faster and faster. As she passed through the shady woods, an enveloping danger of hissing noises hovered from her behind and she saw a sleek orangey creature approaching her. Panicky, the little brown rabbit was unable to move. All her nerves halted. As if her blood stopped flowing, she knows that this might be her bitter end. Then alas, like a knight in its shining armor, a little brown rabbit like herself flew from her right and caught her, “Run!” he said. Getting her consciousness, she uttered shivering, “the fox!” They run and run until they reached a tall patch of grass where they can hide. Panting, the two little brown rabbits lay nervously inside the patch of grass. If they move, the bad fox might eat them. Peeping while quivering, they waited until the bad fox gets on his own way.

“I was in the woods for a carrot hunt, but then the fox came and I was scared!” The little brown rabbit told the other brown rabbit. “I can show you where you can find carrots without going through the woods.” The other brown rabbit assured her, “Come with me and you’ll be able to eat yourself.” “Thank you, “she shyly exclaimed, “Because no one has saved my life before.” Feeling a little pleased, the other brown rabbit said, “You’re welcome. Now let’s go! It’s a beautiful place out there!”The other brown rabbit knew the fields very well; he has been going about through the green fields every day. And even if there are bad foxes once in a while, he sees that every day is beautiful day. The swaying trees and the chirping birds are like songs from heaven. You can run through the vast green fields and not feel tired. You can smell the grass and bathe in the morning dew under your feet. You can dance, or fly like rabbits do in their dreams, and see the horizon at twilight. “You can run alone,” the other rabbit continued. “But you can run with someone. Someone who is just like yourself, a little brown rabbit like you who knows that you need a carrot in the morning, who knows that you’re scared of foxes too, and who sees that you need a friend to tell you to run or at least find out what you really need as a little brown rabbit.” The two hopped and hopped on the vast field of grass and poppies until they reached a cliff.

“Beyond that cliff is the carrot field. I know that because I have seen other rabbits go there,” the little brown rabbit said. “But no one can go there alone,” he said to her matter-of-factly. “You need a rabbit buddy to tell you where to step while you cross the bridge.” Then he explained how the rabbit should look forward and not underneath the mossy driftwood connecting the cliffs. “If the other rabbit does not trust the other rabbit and goes on his own way, he falls into that deep cliff, and gets really hurt.” They both looked at the cliff underneath the cliff and saw a deep, dark manor down below. “I don’t want to fall off.” The little brown rabbit said. “Me too,” she declared to herself.

“We have to be sure then,” the little brown rabbit stood at the foot of the tree bridge. Ever a noble rabbit that he really was, he announced, “I will go first.” The little brown rabbit stepped on to the dead tree and started to walk forward. The other brown rabbit like himself shouted the steps he should take, “Left, sir, and then right!” Slowly he walked and walked until finally, he reached the other side of the cliff. “Now it’s your turn, Ma’am.” “I am scared,” she muttered. “What if I fall off?” “You will not fall off,” he said in a seeming orderly manner of a general. The other little brown rabbit submitted to the brown rabbit so valiant in his fur. She stepped on carefully, she must not fall. As she walks, she looked at her friend with seeming agitation. She walked and walked for what seemed to be an eternity. If there be any rabbit sweat, she has been pouring on buckets! Then the wind started to blow softly on her fur and she grew doubt on her heart. “I will fall off!” she exclaimed tearfully. “No you will not, I say, we still have a carrot to hunt!” said the seeming general of a rabbit from the other end of the bridge. “I have been there and I know that you will not fall off!” Keeping her composure, she finally went on forward and forward until she reached the end where the other rabbit is. Verily pleased, she exclaimed, “I can’t believe I was able to get through!”“That’s because you had faith,” he said. “Thank you again, Mr. Rabbit.” She said. “You’re welcome again, Ms. Rabbit,” he answered.

The two brown rabbits hopped and hopped to the rickety forest. This time there are no foxes. But they felt that there are other creatures they have not seen yet and may harm them. “You watch my back and I will watch yours,” the little brown rabbit said. They walked and walked until the sun shines up from the heaven and they realized, it’s almost noontime, “I haven’t noticed,” Miss Rabbit said.

“We have to get there before dark or the creatures of the Carrot paradise would get us and put us to dark cliffs!”

The story does not end there.

for some “glisnians” to live by

MY filthy PATTY

i would always remember that panda bear i had when i was a kid.
always and always.. i wished that i had never thrown it away…
i don’t miss it actually.. but i find myself wanting to retrieve its remains
even if its the most disgusting thing i ever possessed as a child.
i always loved to play with it, sleep with it; and pretend to watch tv with it with my friends… it came to a moment, however, that i realized that it was already gone. and i did not mind, but i reminisce once in a while..ha ha.

what is wrong with that notion?

that i have not grown. and though it could not be the panda i am talking about,
my mind is still entangled with that stupid moment.

what i think is.. we all haven’t. believe me. what we are now is an embodiment of the past

I’m gonna when i pose argument:
    you still keep something that is ages stuck on you. no matter how invisible it now
        is. right?
    you still keep the letters sent to you in high school
    notes, pictures and memorabilias. you hang them on the wall, keep them in a box,
         whatever
    you still cringe to DORAEMON and MOJACKO might just come to save you from             human strife. come on, of course you wanted Doraemon to get some instant
        something or travel to far off places with the magic door or out of his pocket             right?
    you still dream that you were having that same feeling with MArimaR… that
        Sergio, the one you love will be with you forever someday, huh?
    you are still the girl who has grown into 34 and puts 27 on friendster because you         were desperate for a good life when time is ticking by the seconds?
    and you are the person clad with disbelief when something bad has happened to
        you

come on. my filthy patty was overused. i never tried to put her into the laundry unless mom kidnaps her to hang dry. i never wanted to part from her because i thought that i need her. not until i realized that she was an it that i thought, maybe it was the time to let go… yet until now, i still wished that i have kept her/ it inside a box so i can reminisce.

i hated that part. that i could no longer bring back something that i have loved and yet hated and now an invisible fog of a something that though un robbing me of my present life, is still a distant memory of the past.

if only the filthy patty i have now is not a real person.

LiArs go To HeLL

there was one bOy who knew thaT he would like to do the things that others dOn’t. He wants to be the first in everything. First to fly a kite, have a big collie for a dog and first to fly to the moon with a rOcket. there was one problem, though. he doesn’t have the means to which he could do all that. but he’s got the guts to make up stories of the things that he does. Its cute, and all believed in him. But like the boy who cried wolf, he gave it all out to make people believe but they did found out that he was lying

end story? he did not get all he wanted first.

nah…lame story. i’ll try to make another  believable one next time!

HappY hoLidayS peepOl…

an interview with peter pan

it is a great deal to have interviewed peter pan. being  an amateur journalist,

this could be the chance of a lifetime! well, and i am determined to make a report on this man they called "the boy who never grows up."

i don’t believe so the rumors. i think he is just like any other. he was only privileged with a green hat and an apathetic fairy.

then he came to my window. "Wow," i said. i could never make a moment pass without asking!

instantly, i grabbed my notes and talked to him as if he were a machine to answer all my questions–
        where do you live?
        do you have parents?
        are you immortal?
        what’s has that snob fairy doing with you?   
        how do you fly?
        what is your dream when you get old? (he gets irritated with that, really)
        what is it like to be in never land?

i kept calling him with sir, boss and even named him remarks that were not pleasing to him, but he was politely prank— no harm; i continued with the interview…

believe me, peter was so conceited… his shadow, being the reflection of his naughty childishness has nothing to do with his peculiar gesture of manliness.

there was no other reason why he came, though. not for a carnival fair nor a retreat. He was looking for his shadow… silly

i was thrilled. but it was quite hard to catch his attention; he was too determined to get his shadow and go back to his home– Never land…

hmmp, what a snob

good thing my brothers were very curious and friendly

so the genuine conversations began

then he offered something,,,

getting the small impish angel hundredth my size,, he  poured fairy powders on  my  head and said

"fly with me, Wendy"  - - - - - -

(is he serious??)

but,

what about my room, i’m about to go to sleep now and, mom and dad is coming by midnight, how about my brothers? can i take care of them?

then he said…

" the time will cease to an endless forever. once you go with me, you will get to never land where no girl or boy gets old"

there were no other promises whether i will be secured there, or here, how will i leave? can anyone notice i was somewhere?

i was half believing,  i hesitated

could there be such a beautiful place? i am so not sure,,,, until i have come to the  conclusion..

if i were to fly… then i can talk to him more.. and i can write a story

this boy interests me now.. so i stepped up the window pane

suddenly..

the cold English wind touched my face and i shivered. The white and peach curtains danced to slap my feeble hands that i stood aback,

there is something more to this than a rush for a blissful adventure

i winked 33 times
then i asked manner fully…

+

how will you come to my life, peter?
will you ride the magic chariot or swish a magic wand(huh)?
oh how can i fly with you,Marriott
is it on magic powder of your jealous assistant or a whisper of a hundred dreams?

how will i sail to the moon with you, peter?
can you carry me in your heart,
or shall an enchanting red carpet gear itself to a flight ?
oh peter, once enlisted– a ticket to life with you I’ll please

how will i dance with you peter?
if you take my hand, will it fit into mine?
what if i falter in my rhythm?
can you still dance with me till the morning light?

this is the longest moment to think peter
but in this minute, let me think

if i fly now, peter
if i journey myself in your arms
how will i know that you are my forever
and that we will not part?

how will you take away my inhibition peter?
When you are prime in your agility,
and masterful in your wit and charm
is that such a good excuse to trust a stranger?

and then finally, though surprisingly

i uttered an honest expression

"i will have to trust you"

even in the sweet bright moon light

thankfully though,

he held my hand.. and there was magic!

(i could no longer sustain my standard composure with you staring at me like that, peter.. i was once too stiff and too frigid with all else besides incapability to concentrate. But then there you are.. you took my attention, to that i gave it un reluctantly, whole heartedly….)

"can i keep you?"  he told me

slowly i turned my head from my room, and to him i nodded

(NOw.. will i fly.. oh no, this is a thing i could no longer deny)

+

My last inquiry, however

was to myself

" will i fly with you now?"

ah…. affection

with an overflowing affection
    no cup could have grown into a magical pail than mine
    and though my heart could no longer sustain the love you give
    it expands  for you to fill in

with the voice that lingers on my head
    the sound of its angelic voice runs in a wildfire of affection
    how it soothes the pain
    how it forgets the troubles
    how it separates the wrong for the right

with the silhouette of a dream i want to see
    oh the longing for a brighter day
    what an anticipation to see you again

if that day comes
i may not see how
i may not see why
i may not even have all the answers to excuse myself from,,,

falling

but then i can fly

(Oh faithful Ruth the Moabite, give me a reason why)

waiting for sweet december

Waking up from a midnight dream

i stretched and yawned in the cold morning

the wind that kept me huddling in November

is now a sign of an awaiting December

where trees do froze and the fans run to fold

my fair weathered dream now  gathered and gleaned

taking up the shadows and throwing them behind

i was anticipating, there is no time for yawning

my August has been enchanting

September’s  all  but  enticing,

but when i came to see October,

another glance, i wanted more in December

so i kept on waiting, until my next foregoing

the pretty cold winter, that i have not felt in my fetter

now just go with the wanting, my mood is all but chanting

until that moment of Araby, when my heart is better with December’s remedy

if this is a dream, not ought to come true,

then let me wake up into a better blue

because no more will i see a hot dull summer

when love is in the air, in sweet cold December

i will dance along the clouds of unheard  winter

i shall chant without the forlorn crapped banter

because as i see a better cloud of sweet November

Oh i cannot wait, seeing the clear and cold December

let it be not for the frogs that croak

when in the monsoon rain they sunk and soak

this newborn bliss i seek to please

let moments be brought not a wayward hiss

wendy is so elated!!! hahaha

so to fly with a peter pan guy

you made my shadows disappear
you made me laugh till the sun’s ray sweetly kissed my cheek
you woke me up from a midnight anxiety
and put a smile on my lonely fettered propriety

you gave me power to fly abound
you lift me up into the clouds
I was so thankful that I was led to you
oh, good heavens, let love push through

you took my hand with your faint silhouette
I was no longer the Wendy without a friend
a beautiful song rang to my ears
no more dried tears, only a girl with such a bliss

my sweetest downfall, now I could fly
you are the hero without a wry
with such glitter of the turquoise eve
a morning of grandeous air , oh let me live!

The moon I see from a far distance
but as if I could touch it i can feel its fragrance
no more discretion, no one must hide
this magical feeling, oh when shall we glide?

though I am afraid to fly with you
I think the heaven will carry us through
no more icicles of fair weathered dream
because you are almost my reality

Let this affection, Lord don’t make deflections
because I must sail on to his  slow mannered affection

with you oh peter, the man of my dreams

the sorrows of a young girl, now vanishing it seems!

love is not just a faint of heart… but is a slow impressing imprints come to pave the road for its surety… that it may not only be a dreamy dream …

How I long it

          E  f   g  e         d     c

Oh how I wanted more of it

         E      f    g    d d

The smell of my pillows

   E    f           g        d                         c

The taste of your dishes I’ve swallowed

       C  c            e  d

It touches me deeply

C    c  c d(of the lower octave)c

I’m getting sick of it truly

C   c               g    e

Because I’m still afar

  C     c   c           d(of the lower octave)c

To feel you is to touch the star

Refrain:

C      g      e        c c  g      e             d     c

I missed home, but man I missed you more

C      c                     e  d

My life on the end road

C  c       c   d(of the lower octave) c

Without you it’ll end

   C      g     e     c    g        e             d    c

I missed home, but man I missed you more

     C    c     c         e  d

We’ll wait a little longer

    C    c  c d(of octave lower)c

Then I’ll come home to you

   E     f                 g   d

But one thing is hollow

   E  e   f   g   e          d    c

It’ll surely make me shallow

   C     c   c        e   d

For in this strange land

C      c    c   d(of octave lower)c

Without you I’m a no man

Repeat refrain

hahaha…. written reently..lalang…mejo corny,,pero enjoy!

the minute happiness– ode to the SOUtherners of the philippines

THE MuNITE HAPPINESS

by len rivamonte

for such an in explicable chance i say
that there are moments you wanted to spend the most
to worlds unheard of
and lands not conceived in your  head

when you get to lay hold of it, all you wish was
that forever it may last
even if seas and mountains set you apart
that you may feel it, smell its sweetened virgial air

who can cherish the moment?
when you know that you cannot be
because the infantile affection is a few days old
and a little immature for a child to see

yet you are so deaf to listen to impossibility
that with all the elements left unbound for the destined fair
you know you have to be pleased well
when all the rest has failed

that this equal venture is not only legible
but that it can be real
or really so?

or is it just a hope too high for the limit?
whne it takes a millon strangeness in the manner they see that you find familiarity
and a hundred more obscurity that you’ll press on to grandeous propensity

oh, that minute of true peace
to leave behind the worry of the world
the trait you have inherited and embraced in the city, you
underminingly disregard

bit by bit all you wanted was the reality of less inhibitions
if only there are equal chances in this world where we can all see the
grander picture of the place we live in

like them, happy,unmindful of the cares
willing and warm to love
no gust not hate, nor even adult issues that will require us to face the world with queer anxiety

that everyday is always a good dream

that when we wake up we will see pure happiness and love

if will it ever be?

{if there is a chance i could move from this cold iceberg of a culture, i will and start a new heritage to the other country i have only misregarded in SIBIKA}