A rather thin young man in doublet and hose stood blinking in the tropical sunlight. He blinked again, but still the strange vision persisted. Instead of the Virginia wilderness, he was surrounded by strange buildings the like of which he'd never seen before.
He had just made up his mind to board the ship bearing his former master back to England, when this happened. Whatever this was.
"Perhaps it is some strange dream," he said aloud, though to himself. "Surely that's it. Fancy me falling asleep at such an odd time."
Well, dreams were nothing to fear, and this one was quite interesting. And wonderfully tidy. All the gardens were so well-kept. But the ones that held his goggling gaze were the--
"Topiary trees!" Wiggins loved the art of topiary gardening! And these were certainly first-rate! "Beautiful!"
Post by Judy Hopps on Oct 10, 2018 11:02:15 GMT -5
Judy Hoppes was on stroller duty. The lowest of the low, when it came to law enforcement. It was kind of the equivalent to parking-meter duty, only without the tickets. But Judy handled it with her usual energy, throwing everything she had into the dull, distasteful assignment. When she found a stroller illegally parked, the rabbit officer seized the handle and raced over to the designated area, sometimes dragging a second stroller along at the same time. In this way, she could manage at least 40 strollers an hour, 1/3rd more than the average cast member (yes, Judy checked).
Of course, the assignment had one huge disadvantage: the tourists were royally ticked off when they couldn't find their strollers, and the bunny had been chewed out more times than she could count. Never mind that, as she pointed out, there were signs clearly identifying the correct stroller-parking areas.
Small wonder that, as Judy passed the human in Shakespearean-type clothes, she paid no attention. Cast members were always got up in period costumes.
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Wiggins stood there for a while, hands clasped in rapture, admiring the topiary trees. At last his eyes roved away, and he noticed some garden tools along with a ladder lying on the green lawn. Oh, they were clearly meant to be hidden behind a hedge, but whoever did so had done a bad job of it. Probably in a hurry and did a sloppy job of it.
Happy to help out, Wiggins moved to tidy up the garden. But once he had the shears in hand (they were very nice shears, very high quality), he found himself possessed with a desire to use them. And there was a tree just waiting to be pruned into a work of art...
Humming to himself, the Breton set up the ladder, climbed aboard, and started snipping away.
Wiggins was enjoying himself immensely, busily snipping away. It didn't bother his concentration in the least when a passing gentleman stopped to watch and make comments.
"Sir, the ladder is not intended for guest use."
"That's all right. I don't mind," came the cheerful reply.
Sir, you can't trim the park trees.
"Oh, yes, I can. I'm really very good at it." That was a new speaker (he could tell by the voice) come to watch. "See? It's a rabbit." As he finished his latest creation, Wiggins turned to look at his impromptu audience. "Why, it is a rabbit." A rabbit wearing clothing like some character in a fairy tale. How nice!
Wiggins climbed down off the ladder and knelt before the bunny to be closer to a face-to-face view.
"My name is Wiggins. I do like rabbits! I should've used you for a model. What do you think of it?" he asked, indicating the leafy sculpture.
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Post by Judy Hopps on Oct 20, 2018 10:10:53 GMT -5
Judy was stunned into silence by the man's answer.
Oh, yes, I can. I'm really very good at it.
She knew how to handle defiance, but this human disobeyed the law so civilly. It was a little off-putting.
I do like rabbits! I should've used you for a model. What do you think of it?
Recovering herself, Judy took a look at the newest addition to the park's topiary collection. He was right, it was good, as good as the ones by the actual cast members. But that was no excuse for breaking the rules. The bunny officer had to shake herself out of it to get her mind back on track. Maybe a different approach...
"It's very nice. You have a great talent for...pruning. But there are rules here at the park, Mr. Wiggins, for the safety of our guests. You wouldn't want to break them, would you?" If the human was that polite, he might respond to that reasoning.
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there are rules here at the park, Mr. Wiggins, for the safety of our guests. You wouldn't want to break them, would you?
Wiggins was slightly shocked at the rabbit's suggestion. Why, he was a law-abiding citizen!
"No, no, I wouldn't want to do that, would I? Not even in a dream. Though I've never had a dream quite like this one before." Even in his wildest dreams of childhood, he'd never spoken with a rabbit. At least, not one that spoke back. "And what, if I may ask, is your name?" Could it be Flopsy, he wondered? Fluffy? It was fun to guess, even if it was only silently.
"Nor have I ever seen a park like this one. Can you tell me, please, Miss Bunny, which park this is? It isn't Hyde. Marylebone?"
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Post by Judy Hopps on Oct 27, 2018 13:49:57 GMT -5
Judy relaxed a little at the human's response. It seemed he would be willing to abide by the law and not cause trouble. Incident averted.
And what, if I may ask, is your name?
"Officer Judy Hopps," she answered, not without a touch of pride. After all, it took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to earn that title.
The human went on to ask about the park, obviously confusing this weirdness with a nightmare, which was understandable. She would have to break the news to him gently, diplomatically.
"I'd be happy to explain it to you," began the bunny. "Now, try to stay calm...this isn't a dream. You've been transported somehow to this world, just like me. We're inside a theme park." And she figured she'd better add, "In the twenty-first century."
It wasn't the phrase "theme park" that did it, though Wiggins had no idea what that me3ant exactly. But the knowledge that he was in the twenty-first century caused him to stare open-mouthed for some little time.
Finding his voice at last, Wiggins stammered, "But that's four hundred years in the future! How can that be?" Of course, it would go a long way toward explaining his surroundings and how a man could dream of things he couldn't even imagine.
Still, there were undoubtedly worse places a fellow might find himself. It was really quite lovely. Clean, too. And there were charming rabbits to talk to.
"Well, Miss Officer Judy Hopps, I suppose, then I ought to make the best of it." He stood up, dusting off his knees. "...officer...are you a beadle?" It was a fairly common officer in the England of his day.
All things considered, this guy was taking it pretty well, thought Judy to herself. Better than many of the creatures who found themselves suddenly zapped to this place.
"That's the way to be," replied the rabbit officer with genuine enthusiasm and a friendly fist to the arm. "With a positive attitude like that, you'll do just fine. And I'll help you any way I can. Don't be afraid to call on me." She meant that; serving the public was more than just protecting them from the bad guys.
"But no more unauthorized hedge-trimming. Leave that to the cast members--that is, the park employees."
"Hey, there's an idea!" Judy's face broke into a wide smile. "Maybe you could get a job on the gardening staff. You seem to have a real knack for it."
are you a beadle?
"Am I a...no, of course not!" Did he really think there was anything insect-like about her? "I am definitely not a beetle!"
She seemed almost offended by that innocent question. Very well, Officer Judy Hopps was more touchy than he had supposed. No matter, Wiggins liked her anyway.
And I'll help you any way I can. Don't be afraid to call on me.
"That is uncommonly kind of you. I accept your very generous offer." He considered patting her on the head, but decided on a simple handshake instead. "And here's my hand on it," said Wiggins with a smile.
Maybe you could get a job on the gardening staff. You seem to have a real knack for it.
"Ooh! I would like that very much!" Laying out flower beds, coaxing sprouts to grow, trimming back hedges--it sounded very jolly indeed! "Can you show me where to present myself?" He had no letter of reference, but if everyone here was as friendly as Judy, then surely they would favor him with a situation.
This curious place was going to be rather pleasant after all.
Tito: Fixed, Basil; and we have to balance out those cats somehow!
Aug 28, 2019 22:56:17 GMT -5
Bolt: LOL Basil and Tito! A canine coup, eh?
Aug 30, 2019 9:33:10 GMT -5
Ronno: Ugh, what a week: Monday had to take a mourning dove I found with avian pox into a rescue. Wednesday I was in the ER until midnight with headaches and dizziness. Thursday my dog Sprx had a seizure, so I was in the animal ER until 1:00 AM.
Aug 30, 2019 9:38:40 GMT -5
Ronno: Then today Sprx just had another seizure, exactly 12 hours later.
Aug 30, 2019 9:39:06 GMT -5
Panchito: Oh, so horrible when a pet is sick. I hope there's something that can be done to control the seizures.
Aug 30, 2019 16:59:59 GMT -5
Ronno: Aw thanks Panchito: Sprx hasn't a seizure since about 9:15 yesterday mornings hopefully the medicine's taking effect.
Aug 31, 2019 18:34:31 GMT -5
Wart: Welcome, new member!
Sept 3, 2019 19:01:55 GMT -5
Charlotte: Spending the weekend at the Jersey shore, but we have wifi.
Sept 6, 2019 21:15:15 GMT -5
Elsa: i'm trying to summon my muse D:
Sept 8, 2019 18:54:57 GMT -5
Basil: And Then There Were None thread is up.
Sept 10, 2019 13:36:36 GMT -5
Wiggins: Thought it might be good to put a little light on the subject.
Sept 10, 2019 21:15:43 GMT -5
Gaston: No one puts on light like Gaston!
Sept 12, 2019 9:45:19 GMT -5
Basil: The best Basil could do was a warning to Ronno.
Sept 12, 2019 17:53:50 GMT -5
Papá Héctor: Lol thank you, Basil xD Gaston doesn't kill people, so if a human steps in the way.. Maybe that would work? Then again, he'd probably just shove them away, but that's something I suppose >.>
Sept 12, 2019 19:42:02 GMT -5