That unsuspecting morning...
"Gerrry wake and loookk to the water!" Cooed Patricia a beautiful midget snow owl speckled in tiny coal black feathers.
At the moment with an unusual worry ruffled brow of feathers between her one in a million Velvet purple ocean deep eyes.
"What is it, Patt? You look as if you died an rouse again." Gary chimed, jumping up rubbing his visible slumber from his eyes in a start.
Patricia squawked. "It loooks as if the east isle is coming twwarrd the cove, see loook its mooving as I speak!"
Glancing over toward the opening of the cave. "So it tiz miss, listen to the gale from the east!"
In that instant thunderous booming echoed as a dash of light hit the isle that seemed to be slowly lurking toward them.
"Tiss a fine blumin morn to fight a tropical storm from flooding this abode wot wot?" Gerry quivered his lips and nose as he spoke, a common way for jack rabbits to show their uneasiness.
Patricia and Gerry were a miserable lot stranded by their escort across the sea. Now making the most of their new lives they thrive. Eventually they found the crew were stealing family members of a tribe of big cats to sell into slavery, neither stood by to watch.
"Look at us now Patt we are living the life of ease! Not a worry till you notice a blumin isle tiz movin and now not knowin wots goin to happen makes it better wot wot!"
"Shuffling around an kik'n up dirt in here is not goin to doo yoo a bit of goood." Patt shunned in her regular kindly tone wile she straightened the cloth covers on the moss beds.
"Why don't you go and take your new found energy and get me sum mangoes an strawberries, also sum mint an honey from that old tree you got stuck in you famine face."
" I ain't getin you honey, I only got a swollen blumin head last time!"
" Well its up tooo yoo, if yoo want fruit salad then yool get the honey, see loook the sky even lightened up ."
Trotting lazily through the cave entrance into the now sun peeking sky he muttered to himself. "This rabbit should have kept his mouth shut about that blumin honey."
Starting to a jog, Gerry found his way to the fruit groves he and Patricia transplanted from the foliage in the woods.
Picking the most ripe Mangos, strawberries and mint leaves was not what he called fun. Deciding after he finished his chores, he would go on a run around the isle they called Linotribel island or Lost isle.
Closing in on a bend of the beach he heard a voice which made him pause because he thought he and Patricia were the only ones on the tropical isle.
Coming to a halt, he listened to see if it was friend or foe. "Freckels come here! Where are you, you little rascal!?" Came from deep in the woods.
"And that is my story sir. To the blinkin letter before I met the foul breathed beastie." Recited Gary to the Giant, Patt and the Panda Maiden .
The guests who where now all in the humble abode which Gary and Patricia called home.
Their eyes shifted to the solemn panda girl.
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The lost Isle of Pantheon
Action"We've been here stranded fer two months now Patt. How about you an me come up with an escape route from this blumin, bloody island?" "First off Gerry we have only been here foor twoo weeks and second this place is nice. Yoor just angry about yester...
