Arrival 1

Fuzzy cautiously hopped down the bunny sized tunnel from the cargo area to the Bunny Reception Area hidden somewhere inside the grey walls of TF Greene airport. He emerged slowly into the room, which was tastefully furnished with a few low sleeping cushions and a symp. The symp in question was staring slightly vacantly at the large screen TV against one ecru wall. Fuzzy rose up on his haunches and sniffed the air.

The symp, an attractive female with the requisite tan, blonde hair and not overly large breasts looked toward the bunny as he stood up.

"Oooh, ain't you cunnin'! What can I do for you, Mr. Bun?"

Fuzzy took a couple of hops timidly forward.

"You scapaldi?" <tilthead>

The symp smiled, displaying her impossibly white teeth.

"No , but I can get him for you. Your name, little bun?"
"Mentat Whitepaw he say, go airport, find scapaldi, go state house." <bigeyes>
"Awwwww, I can help. What's your name?"

The symp picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.

"Am Mudpaw."

Fuzzy picked up a shiny scrap of paper from the floor and began turning it over and over in his paws. The symp nodded, reciever to her ear.

"Hello, Bubba? We have one! He's asking for Mr. Scapaldi, and needs to go to the state house."

She paused, finger twirling her hair absentmindedly.

"I know, it's been ages... yes, Mudpaw. Oh, is Antony there? Let him know, of course..."

She looked down at the little grizzled brown bunny playing with the chunk of candy wrapper.

"Mr. Mudpaw? Sir? Where are you from? Mr. Scapali would like to know..."
"At-lan-ta. Mentat Whitepaw say, take package."

Fuzzy returned to the shiny thing again while the symp reseated the handset against her ear.

"Bubba? Oh, sorry, sir, he says he's from atlanta, and that Mentat Whitepaw sent him with a package for the statehouse..."

Fuzzy flops over onto one side, cutely batting at the wrapper.

"I'll let him know...Yessir, my pleasure!"

She hung up the phone.

"Mr. Mudpaw, a car will be here in about 10 minutes."

Fuzzy squinched his brow cutely.

"big hand on 4?"
"You're lucky, Bubba was dropping Mr. Scapaldi off and I got to speak with him before... yes. Big hand on 4. "

The bunny did a little hoppy dance.

"Yay."

The sympathizer smiled at the bunny as she came around from behind the desk.

"Would you like a snapple? I have some peach..."
"Ooooh, very nice ... you nice lady"
"And you are a sweet bun, Mr.Mudpaw."

She stooped and picked him up cradling him on her chest. Fuzzy nuzzled in as she began to stroke him.

"You are so cute..."
"You gots name?"
"I'm Tiffany. I think Mr. Scapaldi was happy to know you came, Mr. Mudpaw."
"Jus' Mudpaw. Mentat don't like when regbun called Mister."

He looked slowly around the room.

"but Mentat not here .... So OK."

Fuzzy snuggled in fluffing contentedly.

"Is nice name, Tiffany. You got nice fur."
"Nice fur? oh, you mean my hair... thanks, Mr. Mudpaw."
"Is nice fur."

He poked his nose into his backpack.

"Maybe I find present for you."
"A present? for Me?"

She squealed the pronoun out like an amateur soprano trying to ruin a wineglass. Fuzzy pulled out a paper crane made out of aluminum foil

"Here, you have."
"Awww, it's so cunnin! Thanks, Mr. Mudpaw!"

Tiffany giggled and kissed him on top of his head, between his ears. Fuzzy wigglefluffed and the cutons hit her with the force of a hammer between her delicate blue eyes.

"Scapaldi nice?"

She twirled her white-blonde hair around a finger and stared off into the middle distance.

"Mr. Antony Scapaldi is very handsome... and very important."
"You him mate?"
"giggle... Oh, no... I don't have a mate."

Tiffany blushed slightly.

"He wouldn't be interested in little old me."
"Him have mate?"
"No, not that any one knows. Not even a girlfriend... I think he is saving himself for marriage."
"Should have mate, plenty kittens."
"Oooh, ain't you just the most cunnin' darlin'?"

Tiffany stroked the bunny's ears and he snuggled in close. A bell tinkled sweetly as the door opens. Fuzzy popped his head up and looked.

"You scapaldi?"
"You'se Mudpaw?"
"No, I'm Bubba. I work for Scapaldi. you need a ride?"

Bubba caught the full force of Tiffany's hairy eyeball suddenly and full in the belly. He reddened slightly.

"I meant MR. Scapaldi. I work for him."
"I mudpaw. Go State House?"

Fuzzy bunnyhugged Tiffany.

"I go now. Job to do."

She kissed him on top of the head again.

"Bye, Mr. Mudpaw!"
"We go car? Never been car. Never been plane before neither."
"Yeah, you go by GOOD car, Limosine... Mr. Scapaldi's car. He's not in it, I dropped him off."
"Is far state house?"
"State house is about 30 minutes or so, with traffic."

Fuzzy hopped over to the clothed mountain.

"But you got in at a good time, take me about 15 minutes."
"You nice man, I finish job. Mentat Whitepaw say, 'You good bunny Mudpaw' <noddle>"
"Hey, just doing my job, you know? You need a ride back to TF Greene, you call this number, and I'll come getcha."

Bubba fit a pen into his hand and jotted something on a card. Fuzzy took the card carefully in his paws and put it away in his backpack.

"OK, little dude, how bout you hide im my coat? That way, no one will step on you. Besides, I don't want no rep for being s softie."

Bubba lifted the bunny up, gently inserting him into his overcoat and left for the carpark. Fuzzy snuggled in and stayed very still.