Short Story – The Meaning of Life
Still sick… hoping to get back to writing soon! In the meantime, here’s a cute little story I found in my archives.
The Meaning of Life
One day, the fuzzy bunny woke up into the bright sunshine and fresh green scents of Spring, and thought, “I wonder what the meaning of life is.”
So he hopped over to where the wise old owl roosted, and thumped on the tree until she opened one bleary eye and said “What?”
“Owl, I’ve heard that you’re the wisest animal in the forest. What is the meaning of life?”
“The meaning of life is not disturbing people while they’re sleeping, because otherwise they might wake up grumpy and eat you! Now go away and let me sleep.”
So the fuzzy bunny hopped away, pondering what he had said.
The fuzzy little bunny stopped a little later to nibble on some clover, and realized after a moment that there was a sly fox watching him intently from the bushes. He wasn’t sure the owl had taken him seriously, so he decided to get a second opinion, and with his reputation for being sly, the fox might know.
So the fuzzy bunny took a deep breath, since his mother had told him never to go near the foxes, and shouted his question over to the fox, “Do you know the meaning of life?”
The fox cocked his head, and said “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
The fuzzy bunny was nervous, but he edged a little bit closer and shouted even louder, “Do you know the meaning of life?”
The fox just shook his head and said, “Come closer, little bunny. I can’t hear your question.”
The fuzzy bunny stared at the sly fox really hard, wondering if he was really that hard of hearing or if he was just being sly. He really wanted to know the answer, though, and sly was almost as good as wise, so he nervously edged a little bit closer, and shouted even louder, “Do you know the meaning of life?”
But again, the fox shook his head and said, “Come closer, little bunny. I can’t hear your question.”
Again, the fuzzy bunny stared at the fox really hard. He was quite close by now, and as he watched, a single drop of drool fell from the fox’s mouth to the dry leaves below.
In an instant, he made his decision, and sprang away. He ran and dodged as fast as his legs could carry him, with the hungry fox in swift pursuit.
When he finally lost the fox, he ran on for a little while for the sheer joy of running, and stopped in a sunny patch of grass for a snack. As he nibbled, he thought about his day.
“The meaning of life is to live to enjoy it,” he decided, and proceeded to do just that.