Bunny and the Unicorn Pt5
Master Everett, tugged on Buddy’s shirtsleeve and asked, “Buddy, what’s a Frazzle?”
Buddy’s eyes widened noticeably, “Oh, that’s right. Most humans are not familiar with Frazzles or Mugruts or even Unicorns for that matter.”
“We don’t have those back home, Buddy.” Mistress Emerie replied.
Happy Steve smiled broadly, “That’s 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.”
Appearing hurried, Buddy said, “As amazing as that might be, we need to get under way. I’ll need to explain everything a little later. If that’s okay?” Buddy sat down, quickly grabbing a set of oars and set to rowing.
Master Cody watched as Bree began raising the skiff’s 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.
“Fuzzles are sure some happy people!” Mistress Eleanor laughingly said.
“Yes, Mistress Eleanor, singing and dancing are some of the ways we keep the Joy of the Lord fresh in our hearts.” Buddy said smiling. “As 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.”
Ms. Bree noticed Mistress Emerie’s interest in the Fizzles’ Sailor-Dance. “Would you like to join us in the Dance, Mistress Emerie?”
“That would be fun,” she said! “Could you show me how?”
Suddenly, Gramma’ Pam twirled in some fancy dance-steps, “I would love to lead the Sailor’s-Dance, Ms. Bree. Would that be all right?” Ms. Bree grinned and directed Gramma’ Pam to the center of the boat. Gramma’ Pam wasted no time and set to dancing the Sailor’s Dance; spinning and twirling, shuffling and whirling forwards and backwards as everyone joined in, singing,
“Yo ho, yo ho a dancing we will go!
Avast me briny mates, don’t seek ye Pirates’ fates, or else ye walk the planks,
Yo ho, yo ho a dancing we will go!”