Everything All At Once

Alice the fluffy animal kept herself to herself and that was the way it had always been. Her dwelling was small that was all she needed. She was alone, burying inside the mound. A mossy, green coated hill that sat just between two trees and a river that ran through the centre.

Inside the mud and grovel was her home. Dark, with one warming lamp that blessed the room with light.

The walls and floor all covered in gloopy muddy stuff covered by paintings of other rabbits nesting, ancient bunnies with lace clothing.

The floor was covered in one tatty old rug, collecting dust from years gone by. Alice sat upon her armchair all ripped and sewed together again. Quilt patches that mended all tiny holes ripped again and again.

She sunk into the fabric like quicksand, her whole fluffy body collapsing in on its self. Alice nestled down in front of an open fire, the flames heat danced around the dwelling.

She placed her half moon glasses upon her miniature pink nose and began to continue to read the novel she had started, a captivating story to Alice about planting carrots in season.

As her beady eyes read left to right across the pages she jumped up straight as a jack in the box throwing her glasses upon the floor.

“My carrots!” She cried. Hurrying to her feet, grabbing her cotton tail winter coat off the wall with hooks and dashing out of the mound closing one brightly coloured blue wooden door behind.

Alice raced as fast as she could, bounding across the fields of grain her eyes on the prize. Carrots and harvest were the only things sprinkled across her mind.

Like the racing rabbit she was, Alice bounced upon a large hill in front of her. Grass upon her paws grazed her fur as she ran diagonally, hurtling towards the hill of a thousand climbs.

The orange sighting’s came into view, her tongue full of the flavours she was about to eat. Long and pointed vampire stake pencils with lushness green leafy goodness propped on top.

On top of the world, staring the rest of the wood in the face. A plantation of carrots planted firmly into the soil.

Alice dug all the strength her little paws could manage, biting into one tiny vegetable for a congratulatory reward.

Full and stuffed full of that orangery gold food she started to stuff many more into her woven basket of wood she hung upon her middle while hoping.

Feeling exhausted from all the bounding around she stopped to soak in her surroundings, the trees nestled together like broccoli from where she was stood.

One yawn, yanking her arms and paws high above her furry head stretching like an elastic band wanting to pull backwards like a boomerang.

With the tugging of her arms above her head, her head began to tear from her body like ripping paper. One stitch broken away like trousers being popped open from a large stomach!

The second stitch, then the third, the fourth, the fifth burst away from its owner landing miles from where she was.

With that, one large tugging and POP! Alice wanted her own head break away from itself!

Blood gushed from her neck dripping like liquid milk in a river. The head however rolled rapidly down the hill bashing into hedges and sliding in grass finally landing at the bottom hidden from view.

With that, unable to see that well without her senses, Alice rushed downwards. Even though her neck was the only thing navigating she embraced the madness, in a strange way she felt freedom without her good for nothing head.

Her neck shrugged as she stopped short at the river bank. On her little paws and knees, Alice searched chaotically, literally like a headless chicken, or more suited a headless bunny rabbit.

Her fur touched something furry, however on feeling the the head like shape between her fingers she could tell the river had now claimed her head.

Soaked to the bone of her skull, ringing it to dry was useless for an unknown fact about Alice the rabbit was that inside her dwelling underground, she owned a wooden cupboard hung upon the wall next to the portraits of rabbits gone before.

With all her energy, she tossed her skull into the river that won and clambered to her feet.

“You have won my good friend! You have claimed a part of me!”

Struggling like a toddler learning to walk for the first time, she stumbled back to her home, her blood covered neck was dried but her legs were untrustworthy, nobbling around woods and fields full of a basket of carrots and headless.

Reaching her arms out in front of her, the entrance of her home was finally found. At least now, being warm and dry inside the mud mound she knew her way around no problem.

Even though she has no real way of knowing, her body could see her home around her. The feel of her springy armchair covered in patches, the fireplace kindle and firewood smelling of coal.

Reaching up high but careful not to tear any other limbs off Alice reached for a wooden cabinet full of curiosities. The wings of the cupboard squeaked like a mouse wedges in between the woodwork.

Sat upon dusty shelves, were body parts. Body parts from different animals longing for new homes. Many feathers filled up jars, limbs of fur from squirrels and badgers. Noses and glistening eyes brought light to a dark space where the wings from beetles and butterflies lay in waiting to flutter.

Her paws creeped into the very back of the cabinet searching frantically for somebody’s head to use as her own. It seemed that there was no animal to share a part of them with until in between her claws Alice felt something rough.

She hadn’t thought this day would come and especially with a head like the one she was now tightly gripped on too, but as she slid her fingers down it’s scaly snout and it’s beady glass eye, it’s teeth sharp like tiny axes Alice begin to appreciate the texture.

Pulling it out from the darkness coming face to headless body to the creature she smiled inside her bones.

“Yes, this will do perfectly.”

Grabbing her needle and thread thrown upon the chair piled with books she took her seat among the rest of her projects.

Her neck guided her through the process of that she knew so well. Her passion, her obsession bringing new life to these animal parts.

One stitch here and one other there, she sewed throughout the night. The moonlight shone upon her work through tiny glass windows hidden in earthy mounds.

Bit by bit she began to see ever so slightly, her reptilian emotions springing from her newly created mind. Half mammal and a quarter reptile it seemed ridiculous at first but as morning broke and the sunlight rose above the clouds it was clear this is who Alice was meant to be.

She stared at herself gingerly at the mirror hanging above her bed of dirt and cloth springs showing her toothy grin smiling back.

Her eyes were black as ebony, her fur now mossy scales. Her teeth weren’t bucked anymore and her nose became a snout.

Today she would rest and get to know the part of her crocodilian self, but tomorrow Alice would bask in the glow of the summer bounding right up that hill.

“Perhaps not for carrots.” She thought to herself. “These new flavours Im tasting inside my new mouth of mine, I’m feeling something kind of juicy.”