Mr. C. Cow and I drove the camper to someplace warm and sunny the other day. Since winter officially started a while back we weren’t too willing to say goodbye to sand and surf. At some point we’ll greet the snow with enthusiasm but for right now it can stay as far away from us as possible.
While spending a day dipping our toes (or I should say hoofs and paws) in the sand, we ran into a bunny couple playing music and collecting coins in their guitar case. They had a tropical harmony going on and were singing about famous bunny surfers. I never knew there were any famous bunny surfers out there but I guess there is one named “Boople Suncrash” or something like that. I really need to brush up on my bunny sports players.
The Carrot Tops, as they referred to themselves, had a couple of bucks in their guitar case from kind tippers and they weren’t bad singers. I asked them why they hadn’t been discovered by any major record labels yet. The issue isn’t do to any lack of talent but more on the lines of lack of bunny representation in the music industry. In simple terms, no one seems to think that bunnies can play guitar. If an otter can drive a camper and a cow can rock climb then no one should doubt the guitar playing skills of a bunny.
Maybe Bishop could help them record a demo of their tropical bunny tunes. I know he can do it and they have more than enough talent to whip something up. I left them one of Bishops business cards, made them promise to call him, and went back to lying around in the sun.
This got me thinking……..
Mr. C. Cow and I should consider starting a band. He can play a mean xylophone and I can blow on a big jug. We could call ourselves “The Camptabulous Two”.
Second Life Location: Fire Beach (M)