"SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL" rolling stones
Took Adams advice. Although I know the Bear, I was offered a sit-down conversation over tea to get his side of this whole Millstone mess.
I will again frame this as a fractured fairy tale with the same main characters as in the past.
As I stepped into the Bear Den, I asked the Bear what the Hell was his purpose of upsetting all the rabbits, along with the Queen over blocking this settlement? Don't we have enough problems here in Oz?
He was in no hurry to answer me, only to hand me papers for me to view.
The first piece of paper that drew my interest explained the cancellation of 2,700,000 jars of honey if the rabbit dens flooded and then replacing it with 300,000jars of honey! Who-ever was in charge of the rabbit dens really screwed this one up. This is where the whole problem really begins after the 500 year flood.
The rabbits are decimated and the Queen knows it; funny, the Queen showed nowhere near as much concern for the Squirrels on Chestnut Lane, or the Chipmunks on Nelson Lane... only for the poor stupid rabbits who went along with the rabbit association to cancel flood insurance.
The Queen has an outstanding loan to the big state POOBAH that she owes over a million jars of honey to in interest. she came up with an idea to give the land to the big POOBAH in exchange for forgiving the interest on the honey. One problem... did the Queen or her Merry men look at a map to see how the parcels of land by the rabbits' dens were divided? I think not! And neither does the Bear. As it stands the Queen will give every rabbit with a den along the river 88,000 jars of honey, on something that has only a total value of 195,000 jars of honey. Do the math: 88,000times 38. So the Bear is happy because he only wants 75,000 jars of honey each for his other five parcels of land along the river. 'Nothing doing!' cried the Queen's sharks... "She already made the deal with the Grand POOBAH and now you want something from her? She will give this passive land to the POOBAH and promise to take care of it forever at no cost or revenue from the POOBAH". "So its not really a Park?" inquired the Bear. "What about my parcels?" asked the Bear. "Take it up with the Grand Owl, let him decide." she said. "Ok," answered the Bear, "I'm in no hurry."
The Queen inquired "What would you do with the river land?" "Rebuilt the rabbit dens and sell these homes back to rabbits" he answered. "That's crazy!" shouted the Queen, "We could have another 500 year flood tomorrow!" "Yes," he said, "Or we could wait 496 more years. And so your bright idea is to build homes in a Marsh Swamp along with thinking that rabbits want to live on the old Rabbit mending and birthing home in your nonexistent commerce center? And by the way, how much did that new rabbit field across the River where the rabbits play cost? Isn't anyone concerned about that flooding?" The Bear then asked the Queen "How can you sell something to the Great POOBAH that you dont even own? Along with telling your subjects that no local honey will be used when right here is a paper stating that your Kingdom will provide 286,743 jars of honey?"
Did your subjects know about a picnic on Sunday August 15, 2010 where you passed out a "Statement of Fair Compensation" was passed out? The Bear wonders when his Statement of Fair Compensation will arrive?
I asked the Bear how long all this would take? His answer: "The horses haven't even left the barn yet..." I mentioned he wasn't getting any younger.... to which he replied "I'm going to live at least another forty years...it will take me that long to upset everybody I want to". I then asked him about his mortality...if he had any concerns about going to
Heaven or Hell....he said he had thought that through and has decided to go to neither...but he will pay off the elevator operator so he can decide where we will go. With this logic I believe all the rabbits in town will be paying him the honey that the Queen has conveniently left off the table.