Wisdom of a Tree Bunny

She sat on a long branch of an old eucalyptus among the slender leaves waiting for a visitor. The visit she knew was likely. They came from all corners of the land seeking advice. She tried to help - by sharing her knowledge, experience, and learned tricks - all of them. Whether they understood, she couldn’t tell. However, each thanked her by leaving a token of food or a gift torn from their clothes.

She stared at her visitor, who climbed the various branches, sitting across from her. She moved her mouth and met his eyes. He felt love.

“Will I meet my beloved,” he asked.

The same question. In a previous life, she might have laughed. She wanted Marc Anthony. There was no need to second guess he would be her beloved. As Casanova, each lover knew she was loved. As Hugh, he gave women a channel to seduce. Each man knew the centerfold model loved him.

She twitched a whisker and upturned a cheek. She reached up to chew a leaf.

He tried to understand. “You think I already know her?”

She quickly looked at him and rose on her hind legs. Then she went back to chewing her leaf.

“It’s Maria, the baker’s daughter. I thought she might.”

She tried to smile because they usually figured it out.

He climbed to the ground where a group gathered each waiting their turn to visit the trusted advisor.

“Tell me friend,” asked a stranger. “Did she answer your question?”

“Without a doubt, she is the most intelligent and honest tree bunny and gave me a most true answer.”

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