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The Great Debate

Mr. C. Cow and I got into a heated argument the other day. He felt that, if you saw a giant mysterious hole in the middle of nowhere, you were obligated to fall into it. I was adamant that you did not fall into a hole, on purpose, no matter how mysterious it was.  We are not living in a world where following a rabbit into some hole in the ground is going to lead us to a magical land. The world we live in involves serious injury if we fall into a perilous pit.

He attempted to change my mind by, all joking aside, falling into a hole on purpose.

Don’t Fall Into That Pit!

Before I had a heart attack I instantly went into emergency mode. I rushed to the camper to grab our first aid kit then ran around in circles with my stubby arms wiggling around in the air for the first minute or two. After the initial fall I could hear Mr. C. Cow moo-laughing from the bottom and telling me to come on down. Not thinking this was one of his best ideas I went downward into that hole just to bring him back up.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for sharp jagged rocks and the possibility of snapping off one of my precious limbs. None of this happened. When I found the courage to open my eyes I was staring at a fish bowl next to a comfortable looking couch.

I found out that this bone fish was named “Hector”.

A nice living room set up at the bottom of a crater? A weird bone fish swimming around and asking us if we wanted something to eat or drink? What kind of hole is this?

What kind of hole has a fireplace and drinks?

I knew something had to be up. Mr. C. Cow didn’t, randomly, pick a pit to fall into just to prove his point. I noticed he wasn’t looking directly at me. When I’d look at him he’d look at the fish. I’d go to warm myself by the fireplace and try to catch his eyes but he would stare at the couch. At one point he put sunglasses on because I think he was running out of places to stare at. This was getting a bit silly and I was determined to get to the bottom of this dangerous pit hopping game he was playing.

I went over to Mr. C. Cow, took his cute little cow face in my hands, and asked him what the scam was. There was a pause. A moo-sigh. Then he explained that the random hole was not random at all. It just happened that a very eccentric rabbit named “Alonzo” owned this as a vacation den.

This got us on the subject of safety. Mr. C. Cow is a smart cow. He knows that you can’t just jump into a hole in the ground and wish for the best. Our argument just ended up being Mr. C. wanting to practice his debating skills. With this situation cleared up I told him that, the next time he wants debate practice, to let me know ahead of time. Don’t try to give me a heart attack.

What have we learned today? I think we learned a lot! If you see a pit in the middle of nowhere don’t jump into it. Jumping into a pit is a really stupid and dangerous idea. If you need debate practice let the other one know that you’re just practicing different argument points of view. If you’re a fish with no bones some unusual bunny might take you in.

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Photos taken in Second Life by ME!

Second Life Location: The Graveyard (M) 


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