A completely unserious and non-peace related blog. Gomenasai.

One of the teachers I work with has been taking a small blue stuffed rabbit around the world with him. If he were 5 years old this would be understandable, but he missed that age by about 30 years. It might be understandable if he didn't bring it into every port. If he didn't take pictures of it in front of all the famous things we have seen. If he hadn't named it. If he didn't carry it to all the lectures with him. If he didn't dress it in a jacket one of the passengers made for it. That is not the case however, making it not understandable. Completely incomprehensible in fact. Well, the rabbit has been kidnapped (or rabbitnapped) and is being held for ransom. When we walked into our classes this morning there was a ransom note on each computer in all 10 classrooms (we are networked, so it isn't as crazy as it sounds) and all of the computer backgrounds were changed to pictures of the rabbit being held hostage. The ransom demanded a poem written about this teacher's undying love for the rabbit, to be placed in a specific book on a specific page in the library. The demand was met, but the deadline was missed. More demands were made and printed in the daily English newspaper. The new demands include shaving the left side of his head, wearing his shirt backwards for a week, taking the blue nail polish off his toe nails and reciting his poem during a meeting. I of course hope that the demands are fulfilled, the rabbitnappers relent and the rabbit makes it back to its owner. Nothing is sadder in this world than a blue stuffed rabbit dressed in a black jacket being separated from its loving owner. (the poem was quite amusing by the way)
PS I swear I had nothing to do with it. Really.