The Chibi Problem Part 19
Morning found us all listening attentively to the Park Guide as we strolled the path through the magnificent cacti. Saguaro cacti are the cacti that most people think of when they think of cacti. The tall dusty green, man-shaped cactus can live for several hundred years, grow thirty feet tall, and serve as host to a number of smaller creatures. The Saguaro eventually puts out lovely white flowers with bright yellow centers, but we were too early in the year to see them bloom.
The chibis had to inspect the green giants, of course, feeling of their trunks and their spines and smelling them to detect any guests that might be hiding within. A curious woodpecker squawked at them, warning them away from her home, and they chattered back, maybe reassuring her that they were only looking.
There were only about a dozen people on the walk, and most of them were quick to ask questions about the chibis. The ranger was gracious about having his cacti mauled by tiny chibi-paws, and even went so far as to say he'd never seen such gorgeous chibis.
There were some wild gundams in the southern Arizona area, he said, but they tended to avoid the tourist areas.
We spent the rest of the walk chatting about chibis and exclaiming in amazement over the magnificent cacti and the awe-inspiring desert. I explained about finding BabyDoll in a pet store, and several people gasped in horror.
Poor little guy said one man, shaking his head.
He's so beautiful, exclaimed another woman. I wonder how he came to be there.
I repeated the consensus from the Chibi Shows, that I had made an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime find.
And then I related the story of how the gundam found him, and took up residence in my yard. Oohs and aahs all round for that. We moved on to the courtship, the group marriage, the chibi-house and finally the chibits.
Through all of this, BabyDoll perched on my shoulder smirking like a tiny anime character.
Where are his babies? asked one woman. These?
I explained that the babies stayed home with their daddies this time.
Another woman giggled. Girls' night out?
BabyDoll "Oooiiiii"ed with a broad grin.
That's the way it went for over an hour. By the time we got back to the car, my face was cramping from all the smiling I'd been doing. I'm not a naturally smiling person, and regardless of that crap about it taking fewer muscles to smile than to frown, frowning is definitely more comfortable.
We did a drive through for lunch and took it back to the motel. I spread out the food for the chibis, swallowed three Tylenol and flopped on the bed with a wet washcloth over my eyes.
I woke up an hour later, to find the chibis arrayed before the television, quietly watching Animal Planet. The lunch trash was gone, the soda cups were neatly resting on makeshift coasters and the volume on the TV was thankfully low.
I've said it before, and I'll keep on saying it until someone believes me. These are not normal animals. These are intelligent, thinking beings. People just don't realise what we have here. Sure, they're pretty and funny and clever, but damn! Scientists are studying dolphins and primates, trying to communicate and to figure out how they think, and right here in front of us are chibis! Just hanging out, being perfect pets, playthings and companions, just waiting for humans to get it.
They--the chibis--must think we're awfully dense.
Hell, I think we're awfully dense.
And just like that, I had a mission in life.
But after the damn wedding.
TBC...
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