A mid summer night hare (76)

It takes all to make a world. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure. Hareta is indeed a lovely Pretty Woman and Ackley could be her own little Richard Gere. They make such a sweet loving couple, holding hands of each other in a Mercedes car.

The pedestrians cannot help but notice this weird car driving in opposite direction. They wave their hands hard enough to hopefully make them notice their dangerous behaviors.

As the seashore gets closer, all of a sudden Ackley is burning in flames.

Hareta says, “Ackley, I love you no matter what. I will follow you wherever you go. Even if it is hell. I won’t live any longer if you die.”

Who knows this car keeps moving and the fumes keep coming out from his body. In split seconds, Ackley explodes! Bang. The car is surrounded by wild fire. This is Ackley’s spontaneous human combustion miracle. Fuel keeps dripping through the engine. Pedestrians see this and keep running away.

Burning to death should not be that painful. Even phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. It should be somewhat honorable. So, Hareta and Ackley leave this world in peace to a faraway place. Maybe heaven, or maybe hell. But it does not matter anyways. Because they have vowed to love each other life after life, even if Ackley reincarnates into a Donald Duck or Hareta becomes Hainan chicken.

Well now on the other hand, Emmy looks somewhat unbothered in her seemingly care-free life.

Emmy murmurs quietly to herself, “My hubby and my dear bestie Hareta, are you all well?”

It is obvious that Ackley’s departure has not had any impact on Emmy’s life. To Emmy, Ackley’s death could be somewhat a shame. But she keeps reminding herself that what’s past is just prologue. Ackley’s tragic death is just the beginning. There is not much to celebrate about.

Whether it is black magic or telepathy, Emmy seems to have felt something over this sweet couple’s tragic passing away. She starts singing an elegy for this sweet couple who has left so much in this world despite their sudden departure.

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.