Bunny and the Unicorn Pt5
Master Everett, tugged on Buddyâs shirtsleeve and asked, âBuddy, whatâs a Frazzle?â
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Buddyâs eyes widened noticeably, âOh, thatâs right. Most humans are not familiar with Frazzles or Mugruts or even Unicorns for that matter.â
âWe donât have those back home, Buddy.â Mistress Emerie replied.
Happy Steve smiled broadly, âThatâs right, Buddy. Not everyone here has heard about Frazzles or know how scary they can be. In fact, not only have they not heard about Frazzles, you guys are the first Fuzzles they have ever met.â
Appearing hurried, Buddy said, âAs amazing as that might be, we need to get under way. Iâll need to explain everything a little later. If thatâs okay?â Buddy sat down, quickly grabbing a set of oars and set to rowing.
Master Cody watched as Bree began raising the skiffâs sails and setting the Jib to catch the best winds. Already many of the Fuzzles onboard were quietly whistling tunes or singing merry songs.
Mistress Emerie noticed how two of the Fuzzles began a strange and ancient melody sparking Fuzzles on the other boats to join in. At first, only a few of the Fuzzles began stepping out in some Pirate-like dance. Before long though, Fuzzles were sing-songing and dancing all over their small boats.
âFuzzles are sure some happy people!â Mistress Eleanor laughingly said.
âYes, Mistress Eleanor, singing and dancing are some of the ways we keep the Joy of the Lord fresh in our hearts.â Buddy said smiling. âAs you probably know, hope is really important, especially on such a journey as this. We believe we are going to find our families and friends.â
Ms. Bree noticed Mistress Emerieâs interest in the Fizzlesâ Sailor-Dance. âWould you like to join us in the Dance, Mistress Emerie?â
âThat would be fun,â she said! âCould you show me how?â
Suddenly, Grammaâ Pam twirled in some fancy dance-steps, âI would love to lead the Sailorâs-Dance, Ms. Bree. Would that be all right?â Ms. Bree grinned and directed Grammaâ Pam to the center of the boat. Grammaâ Pam wasted no time and set to dancing the Sailorâs Dance; spinning and twirling, shuffling and whirling forwards and backwards as everyone joined in, singing,
âYo ho, yo ho a dancing we will go!
Avast me briny mates, donât seek ye Piratesâ fates, or else ye walk the planks,
Yo ho, yo ho a dancing we will go!â
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