Not so long ago, there was a bunny who ran helter-skelter for his carrots in a nearby town called Villa Parlon. Since a tender age, he was taught to be caring, honest and hard-working. Problem was he took it to heart about the first two things and ignored the third. He grew up wishing for a beautiful life with Reddington Carrots, Reddington Palace, Reddington Car and with the red-blooded princess of Reddington as his lady. (Reddington being a brand name associated with the best there is.) As long as he works a little, remains honest, is nice with people and enjoys his life, he would be fine, he thought. How naïve was he?
When all of sixteen he first encountered serious competition, not for intelligence or honesty or academics, but for being cunning and street smart! He floundered, held on to his values and moved ahead one step at a time, slightly annoyed, that others were leaping two steps at a time though cheating. Always wishing that he would meet the real friend, a real soul mate and the world would stop spinning so viciously. He found many friends claiming to be from Reddington town itself, only to be stabbed later in the back, with his own carrots. Thankfully for him, they were only carrots and his heart recuperated, the agony in his soul subsided but not without some parts dying within him, with his bushy tail shedding or ears feeling the gravity and drooping. In the graduation year from Reddington High, God did reward his perseverance with his values by crossing his path with the princess of Reddington but warned him that all good things is life henceforth, shall not be so easy to come by. This was an exception because she’s going to be instrumental in your further progress and help you succeed.
Couple of years went by with now young Bugs taking on the real world, the real wolves the likes of whom he had seen earlier at Reddington High. But those seemed cubs in front of these big bullies. Poor Bugs had to grow up and fast. His stubbornness didn’t help much. Finally he decided it was time he applied to a Castle to be trained as a knight. Simba City Castle , King J. Somerset Castle, Micannelly Castle, Wellington Castle, all had their long drawn application procedures and hordes of wannabe knights would apply for these coveted programmes. It was not an easy choice nor was it down his line, he thought. But if he has to go to war, he better be trained for it at Simba City or Wellington than go solo and risk becoming a martyr for values which are getting outdated, he pondered. As the princess put it succinctly, “With all the training you will get as a knight intern, wouldn’t it be easier to defend your values? Your carrots are no good when it comes to such brave deeds. You better invest these next two years to get that coveted Simba City or Wellington Sword” (which by the way are the real world names for a prestigious brand like Reddington, Bugs found out.) She knew how to make him understand these real world philosophies, in his language.
So off he went to his burrow and toiled hard cause it was no mean task to get selected as an intern at these castles. Hard work had struck back with vengeance for being neglected so long and had Bugs completely helpless and frustrated at times but he knew by now that this is just the beginning. At the castle there was more to come, lots more, so he flogged himself harder.
Among the tasks, one was to bell a big, wild, ferocious cat. Another one had Bugs running for cover where he had to speak clearly and make his point, with screaming witches from Dellisbury beside him and some frogs croaking ever so loudly. The three judges could barely hear their own thoughts, he reasoned, how can they analyze his performance. Then came the ultimate hoop to jump, three sorcerers were to cross-examine him on his life, his deeds and how many and how deep the burrows he created were. Why did he particularly burrow at Reddington Garden for three years after graduation and what did he achieve by it and so on.
After all this he grew so tired that given the Wellington Sword directly, he would collapse under it. Further bad news from Simba City, Micanelly etc demoralized him. Various stories of the internships being sold, the kings’ relatives ushered in etc., further aggravated his situation. Finally, news came through from Wellington that he had been selected as knight intern and his joy knew no bounds! He played his carrot flute all day and pranced around like a ballet bunny. His efforts did pay off, he smiled. His smile turning into a sigh of relief and a sigh of further hard work down the line to become the most precious knight he could be in Wellington. Then he would challenge all his foes to duals and have the confidence that he can win them defending his values.
The Reddington Carrots and the Reddington Palace were not so far away after all. Only that now they would be the REAL Wellington Carrots and Wellington Palace. This is the story of how the dreamy eyed, lofty headed, high flying Bugs saw the light and found his feet on the ground, only realize that leaping is his real strength.