So first I have to start off with definitions.

Characters-

Muerto: A dark, olive green cellphone. This phone can stand up straight and when put on a flat surface spins in circles as if dancing. Muerto also vibrates very loudly, as if he were a bee. Correction, a dying bee.

Bunnies: Bunnies are gray and normally small. The kind of bunnies in this story are dust bunnies of the largest kind. Scary huh? Yes you should be scared. These bunnies are not normal dusty dust bunnies, no, they are the dust bunnies of doom. You can find scary things like paper, wrappers and rubber bands in them. Their owner is a man named Dusty. Appropriate huh?

Scene-
The setting of this story is that of two places; the laundry room and my bed.

The Plot Thickens
The story of Muerto.
Muerto the phone was born in early November or Late October, when one the Narrator one should remember these small details, however I cannot. I digress, when Muerto was born he was given to a lovely family. The Karnations were fine people, people who up until that time had only Trac Fones. Their previous phones having been through a myriad of terrible deaths.

Examples:
Phone One (Jack): Jack was just talking about, being his normal celly self. When one unsuspecting day a lady decides to get angry him. "What had I done." He says "I was only doing my job, ringing about and warning people that others elsewhere wanted to speak to them." Last thing he knew he was being thrown onto a wet roof in the rain.... dead Jack.

Phone Two (Vespa): Vespa was no ordinary Trac Fone, no way, she was a silver, small, Motorola Trac Fone. While she had retired from her job of calling and texts, she had become the toy of a young Karnation. This child loved to play the games on the phone, such as brick attack. Well one day this young child had forgotten to retrieve Vespa from the pocket of her loverly jeans. Needless to say, Vespa sought her demise in the slightly warm place of a washer. So the death of Vespa was that of a quick drowning.

Well needless to say, phones in the household had many funny traits and came to many different demises... mostly incorporating water of some sort. Muerto though, already being dead, was not afraid of the family and went home with them. (Yes a Zombie phone.... and no it doesn't eat brains even if it is so close to ones head.. just brain cells really....) As I was narrating... Muerto was a small flip fone of the dark green variety. His talents? He could stand up and dance, dance like no tomorrow. People loved to see him dance, and so where ever I went peopled texted me. Dance Muerto Dance.

The bunnies of doom though, well they are another unrelated story. (And yes I noticed I have not put the laundry room or my bed in here yet.) There once was a man named Dusty. His real name was hard to say, so many now call him Dusty.. or Souffle... as I digress... this man named Dusty wanted a pet. He wanted a pet fox actually, but seeing as how getting a baby fox to raise is slightly hard and expensive he went with something cheap and that reproduces quickly... a rabbit.
Since he couldn't have his beloved fox he took his rabbits to the fair. Why? I don't know really, he needed to do something with them. They competed in many things, including bunny sports. Every one of his rabbits has a special talent. One could play goodminton very well, the other ran laps, one could even out eat a bulldog!

So okay, why the stories? I had some funny things happen today which put me in a story mood. Yay!
Funny Event # 1: I changed the sheets on my bed today. While lifting up the mattress to pull the fitted sheet under I found the weirdest thing. What could it be but.... a dead bee... Now get this the bee was not smooshed as one would think.. no it was in a almost preserved state.... This made me laugh because recently my phone was named Muerto the dying bee and what should I find but a dead bee.... under my mattress... weird huh?

Funny Event #2: I did my laundry... while that in itself is not funny what happened with the dryers was. So this starts a couple weeks ago when I did laundry at a different time. I had finished my wash cycle and was waiting for a dryer, when one became open the lint area was UBERLY dirty! So I found a stick in the basement and cleaned the lint area out... man was that crazy. So today doing laundry I was waiting for a dryer, oy vey, and the only one open was B1. My friend who was with me, Danette, said the B1 had not worked for her last time.
She said the dryer was terrible and left her close damp.... granted she had a lot of denim in there. As I was saying the dry was crap. So I found the rod I had used previously and attacked the machine. (Literally I did beat it later.. but it was more of playing the percussion on it...) So I was digging out the dust from the machine and Danette watched... it was great fun. Danette had a go and fell instantly in love with cleaning the machine... it actually is fun... haha

We pulled enough dust out of there to make a small creature.... it was outrageous.. and there still is more..

SO these are my stories. Some of them true, some of them fake but all of them fun.... sorta...

~ Carollela <3