There are bunnies throughout our world. There are rabbits, hares, whatever your preference. Yet, there is only one Fuzzy. Legends speak of a mysterious glen located nowhere, yet never too far from anywhere. Legend also speaks of a bunny, The Bunny...The Bunny of Cuteness. Many dispute legends and they have very good reasons to do so. Fuzzy, on the other hand is not merely a legend. He is a fact. Some mornings you may awake to find that you may not be as real as you would believe yourself to be. Fuzzy is at least as real as you.

First and foremost, Fuzzy is a bunny. Second and far more, Fuzzy is a man. As long as time could tell, for time is rarely more than one can remember, Fuzzy has always been in this glen. The only bunny with the fuzzy body of a fuzzy man. The cutest bunny with or without the fuzzy body of a fuzzy man. He was and many say still is the mentor of the forest creatures. Despite this, Fuzzy always felt an emptiness. He always felt out of place. There was more to this world than this glen, than this legend. This bunny was more than cute, he was ambitious, even curious. He left the glen and walked into a world of man, a world not meant for bunnies. This is his story.

Installment #02: Immersion Part 1 of 3
10 September 2001-As Relayed by Fuzzy

The iguana, Iggy that is, looked back at our queer-eyed bunny buddy. He stopped for a moment and turned about. He stared at the confused creature as its eyes finally found he, the well-colored lizard.

"That's camoflauge at work," Iggy said, "my skin looks a lot like the grass...that makes it hard to see me."
"How do your friends find you? It must be rough if you are so hard to see," The bunny lad queried.
"That is not so important as staying alive. You need to learn priorities," the lizard spat back.

Fuzzy wanted to ask what a priority was, but he was scared he was angering the tempermental creature. Also, he saw a shiny rock and became preoccupied with admiring it. The iguana began to trot towards the vast expanses of rolling water. He looked back at the rock-admiring bunny who looked like a huge speck of snow against a lime tablecloth.

"Follow me," the lizard spat out as he began hopping across large rocks jutting out of the tide, "I will show you the way to the Motherland."
"Okay," chimed in a happy Fuzzy. Five minutes in the real world and already he had an interesting new friend. "What is there to see in the Motherland?"

The iguana did not answer , instead he hopped quickly from rock to rock. The bunny thought it best he follow. After a few moments, and as the trees from which he came began to recede into the distance, Fuzzy asked again. Still no answer. He followed the ignoring iguana as he trotted from rock to rock until he lept onto an island. Fuzzy lept less gracefully and instead fell upon the island. He stood and asked again what he would see in the Motherland. Still, no answer. The iguana made his way up a hill. Fuzzy ran after him and soon found himself looking over the edge of a cliff down at a beach and an odd assortment of constructions. Iggy finally spoke.

"In the Motherland lives the Chameleon...and around him is civilization."

TO BE CONTINUED...