*taps*
Yesterday, at dusk, we laid to rest a dear companion, who had been stuffed in a cracker box in our freezer all summer.
He was a sweet and gentle soul, with a slimy charm and love of cucumbers.
He was Buck's pet banana slug, No-Bones.
When Buck's mom, the awesome Bitchin' Barb, discovered this kind invertabrate in a gift of flowers, she was going to bring his life to a quick end. But Buck was taken by this simple creature, and took him in. No-bones lived a mostly nameless life, until it was found just how deep into the hearts of others he had slowly, slowly squirmed. A comfortable fish bowl and a bottle cap of water were his main comforts. And on starlit nights, Buck and No-Bones would share in their torrid love of cucumbers. It seemed inevitable, in fact, that when Buck left for her three week vacation adventure, poor No-Bones' heart simply grew too heavy with loneliness. Within 48 hours, the normally jovial No-Bones was but a sad, lost shadow of his former self. He partook of no food, and he rooted himself to the spot where he had been left. And thusly, it is beleived he knew his life would end. So he made no attempt at soliloque nor throw himself into violent fits. No, the mature and noble No-Bones accepted his fate, as if to show us all a lesson on our mortality. To fight the inevitable is fruitless; to accept the inevitable is to be truly wise.
There was a short precession to Buck Creek Trails, and as the sun set, the three somber figures in his procession reminisced on his good graces. No-bones would not have wanted an overly elaborate affair, so he was finally laid to rest in a humbly home made coffin, in a modest grave dug with spoons.
Be at peace, dearest No-bones. Be at peace.
He was a sweet and gentle soul, with a slimy charm and love of cucumbers.
He was Buck's pet banana slug, No-Bones.
When Buck's mom, the awesome Bitchin' Barb, discovered this kind invertabrate in a gift of flowers, she was going to bring his life to a quick end. But Buck was taken by this simple creature, and took him in. No-bones lived a mostly nameless life, until it was found just how deep into the hearts of others he had slowly, slowly squirmed. A comfortable fish bowl and a bottle cap of water were his main comforts. And on starlit nights, Buck and No-Bones would share in their torrid love of cucumbers. It seemed inevitable, in fact, that when Buck left for her three week vacation adventure, poor No-Bones' heart simply grew too heavy with loneliness. Within 48 hours, the normally jovial No-Bones was but a sad, lost shadow of his former self. He partook of no food, and he rooted himself to the spot where he had been left. And thusly, it is beleived he knew his life would end. So he made no attempt at soliloque nor throw himself into violent fits. No, the mature and noble No-Bones accepted his fate, as if to show us all a lesson on our mortality. To fight the inevitable is fruitless; to accept the inevitable is to be truly wise.
There was a short precession to Buck Creek Trails, and as the sun set, the three somber figures in his procession reminisced on his good graces. No-bones would not have wanted an overly elaborate affair, so he was finally laid to rest in a humbly home made coffin, in a modest grave dug with spoons.
Be at peace, dearest No-bones. Be at peace.