For November 17th, 2003
Miss Bunny
Born on April Fool's Day near a blossoming spaghetti orchard in the pristine Swiss countryside, Miss Bunny is accustomed to, but not jaded by, the surreal qualities of her ever-interesting life. As a child prodigy on the concertina curcuit from ages three to nine, Miss Bunny traveled around the world several times in the company of the upper crust, enjoying praise from royal courts and bourgeoisie, alike.
But the glory couldn't last forever. When a monastary in Palermo was robbed of its secret trove of jewels and all evidence pointed to Miss Bunny as the culprit, the resourceful nine-year-old stowed away on a cargo ship bound for an unknown destination. That destination, it turned out, was the United States.
"I only spoke German, French, Italian, Finnish, English, Scots Gaelic, Polish, Czech, Basque, Russian, Welsh, Tahitian, !Kung, Romany, Mandarin, Danish, Hebrew, Icelandic, Coptic, Southern Baptist, and Pig Latin," Miss Bunny tells us, "but American was nothing but gibberish 'til I was seventeen. Come to think of it, it's still a bunch of nonsense! Blah, blah, blah!"
We agree! Silly yanks.
Miss Bunny spent her early years in North America pursuing a variety of colorful occupations. Sometimes, it was to make ends meet, and other times, it was just part of the overall adventure. The continuing experiences of Miss Bunny may contain one or more of the following: dancer; battleship detailer; matador; ghost wrangler; actress; banjo busker; hobo interpreter; contortionist; Appalachian ox-milker; fashion victim; pin-up girl; nun; Mississippi riverboat gambler; voodoo priestess; g-string diva; newt herder; mob boss; Penthouse model; and whiskey bootlegger.
Come on down and have a visit with Miss Bunny at her own cozy Web site or join the ranks of her festive Yahoo! group. Especially if you can wear a five-foot-tall sombrero and whistle like a drunken songbird. She'll be most amused!
And what of the stolen Palermo jewels? Miss Bunny smiles. Only she knows for sure.
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