Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
Hey, man.
Oh, hey, Finn!
So you got my map?
Ha, yeah.
So, how's your experiment going?
Ah, it's going great.
I really feel like I fit in...
so to speak.
So... are you ready to come home?
Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep being a brick for a while.
Mmmmm... what are you doing again?
Finn, ever since I was little,
I wanted to see what it's like to be a brick
in a brick shack when the brick shack falls down.
And this shack is gonna fall down.
Just look at it.
Like sand castles in the sun, baby.
You're too young. You wouldn't understand.
You're right.
I don't understand.
But I'm cool with your mystical journey or whatever.
I'm gonna leave this walkie-talkie
so we can stay in touch, just in case.
What? No, man, bricks don't stay in touch!
Dude, Beemo is, like, really worried about you.
Aww... you tell that little goofball I said hi.
I Will.
Welp, I guess I should head back.
Oh... really? So soon?
Yeah, well, it took me like half the day to get here.
Besides, you're just a brick, right?
Yeah.
All right, see ya, Jake!
Bye!
Okay, back to being a brick.
I'm so bored.
Pb-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-ht!
Ooh, I'm starting to get a little tippy in my teacups.
A bunny!
Looks like our long-eared friend is onto something.
Bunnies love to dig.
He's making a supreme effort, and I think I can guess why.
That's right — a carrot growing out here free and wild.
Probably the result of a stray seed
pooped out by a passing bird.
But what's this?
A mysterious rustling in the bush.
Could mean trouble.
Mr. Bunny seems to think so.
His sensitive whiskers quiver
at the hint of imminent danger.
Unfortunately for Mr. Bunny,
this is what nature is all about.
It's a male deer.
Not a threat to Mr. Bunny, in the predatory sense,
but still above him in the food chain.
Mr. Bunny, wishing to avoid an encounter,
hops away to safety.
Wow. Deers are jerks.
Hey, man, you know I can hear everything you say, right?
What? Ohh!
No! I had no idea!
Yeah, but you saw me leave the walkie-talkie.
And I left it on. You know that, right?
- Hi, Jake! - Hi, Beemo.
You need anything? A soda?
No.
So, what's Mr. Bunny doin' now?
It's not about the bunny!
The bunny is incidental to the brick experiment!
- Oh. Sorry, man. - Forget about the bunny.
- Sorry, man. - Sorry, Jake.
Look, we'll, uh — we'll leave you alone.
Finn, are you still there?
Finn?
Beemo?
Mr. Bunny retreats to his warren,
its homemade comforts some consolation
to help pass the hungry night.
Twilight falls on the peaceful forest,
a twilight unaware of the struggles
it both soothes and conceals.
The crickets begin to stir,
rehearsing their musical rhapsodies.
In the distance, flashes of heat lightning
illuminate a purple summer sky.
Even angry deer, at last, must come to rest.
And so it is with our erstwhile antagonist,
who has disappeared into a stand of trees,
perhaps to dream of tomorrow's pointless battles.
Oh, my glob! It's a crazy storm!
This might be it!
This weather might knock the whole thing down!
If a definition of bravery exists,
this must be it —
a lone bunny, facing off against the elements...
ineffectually pushing around some twigs
With his pink bunny nose —
a symbolic gesture, perhaps,
but sometimes that's all we have.
The wind is beginning to pick up,
and it's becoming clear that mother nature has not
just knocked on the door.
She has come in, sat down,
and poured herself a drink.
Mr. Bunny has no friends, no family,
no loved ones of any kind.
The wind is really picking up now...
small puddles gathering around the entrance
to Mr. Bunny's cozy home...
beginning to grow in size and connect with one another.
It won't be long now.
But what's this?
Looks like this unflagging little hero of a bunny
will have some help, though.
A family of friendly beavers
appears to have taken up the cause.
Often called "nature's architects,"
these intrepid mammals are sparing no effort
to shore up the endangered burrow.
Here's an unusual sight. It's a sea lard!
You'd expect to see a few mudscamps out in weather like this,
but here we have a rare treat, indeed.
This little beauty is pretty far outside of her natural habitat.
But I've heard it said by wise old salts
schooled in ancient maritime lore
that a storm will sometimes blow them off course
to a remarkable degree.
Looks like We've got some pretty good evidence tonight.
Yes, sir, sometimes those old sailors
know What they're talking about.
It's the triumph of experience
versus the secondhand verifies
of musty academic tomes.
This feisty sea lard is pitching right in
to save the rabbit hole,
belying its slothful reputation.
She uses her prodigious, swiveling behind
to increase the size of the hole
while the beavers continue to reinforce the sides
with straw and stick.
At times like these, the supposed cruelty
and indifference of the natural world —
all too often its most salient feature —
pale before the nobler instincts
of even our most humble kin.
In the morning light, few signs remain
of the summer storm that battered this idyllic glen.
The beavers are finished with their work
and are heading home.
The sea lard looks like she's gonna
wander the woods for a while.
Maybe she'll find her way back to the ocean
and write a novel about her experiences.
Mr. Bunny is exhausted, but can rest easy
knowing that his home is secure.
But, alas, the bunny's rest is short-lived.
The deer is back.
The deer, perhaps confused by the antler-like appearance
of Mr. Bunny's protective dam,
is now testing the situation.
Mr. Bunny is unsure of where this is going.
And with a single smash
from the deer's powerful front hooves,
the bunny's home is under attack!
Mr. Bunny has hopped to safety and can only Watch
as the deer continues its relentless rampage
on the only home he knows.
A couple of more mighty smashes, and the dam —
The dam has been breached!
Water is now flooding in!
The deer continues its attack!
This deer's misplaced rage,
combined with its size and weight,
is more than enough to bring down the weakened walls,
which are now starting to give,
aided by the unforgiving weight from the tree above.
Even Mr. Deer, in his blind fury,
seems to sense what's about to happen,
as he steps to one side.
It's over.
The warren has been destroyed...
an injustice of astronomical levels.
Words fail me.
Actually, he doesn't seem that upset.
He's on his feet, checking out his new surroundings.
Even the deer is impressed.
As if confused by the events,
he performs a comical double-take
and retreats into the forest.
Ladies and gentlemen, this bunny is indomitable!
Yay!
This bunny has the right attitude.
Who cares about being a brick in a wall
of a falling-down shack?
There's something bigger than that,
and the bunny has answers!
Teach me, Mr. B!
Uh! Aww...
Jake? Jake?
You there, buddy? Over. - Hey, Finn.
Hey, man. You ready to come home?
That sounds good.
Awesome. See you soon.
Yessss!
This party is so crazy!
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll