A Gardeners Forum Forums General Discussion The Banter Hall Gardener's Chat A Little Fiction for Easter Monday, folks . . .

I'm having a depressing weekend - one of my best e pals is in a hospital in New Mexico dying - she's been battling cancer for some time, and this week while visiting her daughter in NM, she took a turn for the worst - by all accounts she will not be here much longer.

I talked to her on the phone (first time we ever heard each other's voices for real) and she croaked out 'Carly? I'll tell ya' - the details of my demise have been grossly exaggerated!'

Well, that tells me she fully intends to hang in there, but unfortunately, her family is telling another friend of ours that all is not well; she hasn't much time.

Regardless of this sorrow, I managed to put a little humour in my 'daily writes' at various writers' forums this morning - thought I'd share it with all you guys and dolls out there in the land of the garden fairies . . .

He stopped by the mailbox, poked in his letter to South Africa, and walked away. He'd gone not ten feet when he heard the wee voice . . .

Hello out there!!??

What??

He turned around, looked down Indian Road, along High Park Blvd., then shrugged and headed up toward Roncie.

The voice came again - louder this time, accompanied by a lot of banging, like someone knocking from within a tin container of sorts.

He stopped again and looked back.

Hello?! Someone there?

He walked back to the mailbox and noticed a somewhat raggedy pair of rabbit ears protruding from the slot where you were supposed to stuff the parcels.

Good grief! Is that you in there, Peter? What happened?

Help! Get me outta' here!

He opened the door to the slot and a three-foot-rabbit climbed out.

Oh, thank you so much, I've been in there since last night, you know.

How on earth did that happen.

Well, I was out on my rounds, the eggs and all that, y'know, when I came across Dumpty, sitting on a ledge outside that joint down Indian - you know where that crazy old poet gardens, outside the apartment building?

She was there with the old egg, trying to patch him up a bit - seems he'd fallen.

Rather than call all the king's horses and all the king's men, the king being a bit short staffed these days, I suggested she call a re-hab and see if Dumpty could be picked up. Y'know that old bloke's been over-indulging in a little wacky tabaccy these past few years. Might be best to get him into the detox, see if they can't get 'im off the stuff while 'is cracks heal.

But no - Dumpty wouldn't have that. One of the neighbour's came over, looked Dumpty over and said, oh, fer gawd's sake, leave the poor thing alone. He'll pull out of it, he always does.

Well, that infuriated the ole girl, who promptly hit the guy over the head with her garden glove. A little name calling got going, and I stepped in between them.

Then they both got mad at me, marched up here to mailbox and voila! One Easter Rabbit in the mail, with no hope of being picked up till Tuesday mornin' when the posties make their rounds.

(Yeah - I'm crackin' up - no pun intended)

:-)

Thanks, Triss.

Very imaginative, Carly! I, too, will be adding your friend to my prayers...

Thanks, Dixie.

I feel a lot better about my e pal - she's fighting with the doctor there in NM - she wants him to get the medical insurance to cover airlifting her back to Kentucky - she thinks her regular specialist there know more about it.

Sounds good to me.

And like I say, she says she's gonna' beat this thing, so I'm taking her word for it.