As I sit here on a rock somewhere far away from the island I was fond of, I do ponder (and ever constantly, daily), what the little bunny is doing on Forestisland.
Is she okay?
Does she know I care greatly for her?
Will she be alright because I exiled myself from the kingdom we once ruled?
I suppose it is better to describe the land of Forestisland before I tell you the story of why found myself sitting on this rock... hard, desolate, cold winds upon my back.... and why I came about the thought of writing my journeys down.
Forestisland is a lush green place with a grand forest on the centre of the island. Along the borders you can find sunny beaches and cool/warm nights as per your preference. Animals and nature beckon at your every call as they knows their king and queen was benevolent and kind. The island of Forestisland was created when the little bunny and myself where standing atop a faintly pink cloud in the skies where we pondered and mutually had the same idea of having a castle of our own, with purple and warmly lit colors encompassed by black. This resembled a warmness inside and safety in the arms of a loved one, keeping you safe from the darkness the outside world can give.
We had a kind and happy people at our castle, but we are not rulers. We want people to enjoy life and be happy.
They could often found us relaxing at the beach where the little bunny would find me sitting in my supercool-igloo, which was not ice cold at all. We would drink cold hot chocolate on the beach and just enjoy each others company.
Sometimes the penguin butler would do his magic and turn hot chocolate into juice. Other penguins called him Zeus. Hey Zeus.
The little bunny was always much kinder than me and she would say to the butler she can do her own magic and then set him off on vacation. Such kindness... and that is what I adore.
Other times we would stare at the moonlit sky on top of the igloo and see objects formed in the sky by stars... Other times I do my own magic and use my remote control wand and let the sofabed turn into a moving vehicle with a thousand legs which takes us for a ride through the forest to go spectate the light shows some mystical fairies creates. She really enjoyed that.
I miss her smile...
I know of the reason I exiled myself, but I can't remember the cause. This bear feels like he is living out his hibernation each second without sleep.
I wonder if the bunny knows I think of her every time there is thunder. I know how she feels about that and I hope she knows not to be scared of the thunder as I'm thinking of her more during that time.
As fast as the lighting travels, I'll be there for her.
So let me start the tale of how that bunny and how this bear met from a different eye.
Bear diary...
(Entry #1 follows)
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