[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our painful season!

We gave our people land, we gave our people tools.

Yet they are far from self sufficient, they are a bunch of fools.

Why, O, why is this so? 

We are but a mere group of deities. 

And, yet, our people's needs

Never seem to be satiated, indeed.

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns,

What is a deity to do?

Their reliance grows heavy,

And yet, when we extend our wings.

They feel no pity.

Why o, why is this so?

O, our poor, poor, godbuns of splendor and glee,

What is a deity to do? 

When the spark of joy has since popped indefinitely?

Our people ask for more,

And never give anything in return.

Demand, demand, demand, they plea.

Please, divine above, we need you, please!

We descend, we give them what they seek?

Everything, these divine eyes can see.

O, our poor, poor, godbuns of pain and misery.

What can be done to change this system of agony?

Divine names granted upon thee,

Expectations are higher with every century.

Why, o why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of misery,

Change is mandatory!]

A new dawn has risen.

It had been early dawn in the world of Lagozora, a nation of vampire bat lagomorph and rodent creatures known as Lopvampa. The buns were sleeping peacefully, the nocturnal villages were getting themselves ready to switch off for the morning, and the sun rising deity was about close to ready to bringing light to the world, like always.

Sun slowly lifting itself up in the sky, the switch was flipped. Goodnight, nocturnal beings of Lagozora, and good morning to the daytime risers. At any given moment, millions of buns would wake up all at once. Time to release the bird call, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet. A new day has risen in the world, praise the lords!

Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.

Hearing the familiar bird calls from a large dune buggy shaped bed had been a short, ninety nine year old feminine appearing vampire bat rabbit individual with long dark purple hair that went down to about the chest ever so frizzy from the pillow beneath. Mismatched purple and green eyes popping straight open, a large sea of freckles made their roar known to the world. Baggy pajamas with a smiling tomato and gardening rake, a smile soon decorated the bun's face.

Twenty four hours left! In just one day, the vampa would finally be an adultbun! One hundred years old, the coming of age day. Ninety nine years on this planet, and finally, the bun will have reached the century milestone. Trying not to squee, the bun lifted the self up from the bed. Time to change the day!

Turning towards the calendar on the wall, the fourth month of the year and twenty sixth day had been ripped of the calendar. This will be the final moment where the world would see the bun as a clildbun. Tomorrow, the day will finally arrive, adultbun life. And, with adultbun life would bring the most important ever.

The most important thing ever.

In just one day, it would finally happen, the bun would receive the true name. The divine name blessed by the godbuns. It was coming, tomorrow is the day. The destiny meant for the bun will finally arrive. The vampa can feel it in the bones. Farmer Bunny. This is definitely what divine name will be gifted.

Singing a little tune, the bun let out a tiny sigh. Tomorrow is finally the day, huh? How did time go by so fast? It felt like just yesterday that the bun turned fifty. But, what is time anyway? This would just be one stage of possibly thousands of years to come! The end of the bridge of childhood was here, and a brand new crossroad was coming.

Knock, knock, knock.

Pounding on the opposite side of the door waiting for the person, the soon to be adult jumped up. Woah, where did the time go? It was almost breakfast time already? Man, this morning sure is speeding by pretty fast! Maybe a little too quick. Pounds on the other side continuing on, two voices threw themselves a bone.

"Siorc, it's time to wake up, we're making breakfast soon!" voice number one said.

"You don't think he's still sleeping, do you?" voice number two asked.

"Maybe. I bet he was up all night thinking about tomorrow again." A sigh.

"You're right." Sigh number two.

Silly, definitely wrong accusations coming from the opposite end, the bun reached for Talkmaster B. Come on now, he totally wasn't awake almost the entire night thinking about tomorrow! Nope! He totally slept. Definitely, he totally did. Okay, maybe that was a teeny white lie, but he slept maybe four hours. He did, totally yup. Half of that.

Large boxy dual hand sized mechanical creature with huge red buttons on the bottom powering on, the vampa placed his hands on the knobs. Little picture on the screen, his tongue was sticking out. Better put a little sun here, and, oh, a little smiley face, too. Imperfect circle placed beside the sun, a gleeful look filled up the screen. Words forming, a voice played out.

[Good morning, Deigr and Strix. I slept last night, come on! I'm not that excited for tomorrow! Hehe. What are we making this morning?] A crackled, high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"He stayed up all night," voice one said.

"He definitely stayed up all night," voice two said.

[Did not! So, what are we making this morning?] A crackled, high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Mom's home, so we're making Pork Cabbage bites," voice one said. "Can you be ready in half an hour?"

Pork Cabbage bites brought to his attention, the bun placed his hands on the side of his chin. Wow, mama's come back from the capitol early? Oh, gosh! Does that mean she'll be here in time for tomorrow? He could feel a spark flow through him at such. Everything was lining up to be the perfect day ahead! Shaking the device, a nodding creature had been scribbled on the screen next.

[Yup. Give me thirty.] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Kay, see you then," voice two said.

Sprinting towards his bed drawers, the soon to be young adultbun leaped into the powder room. But, as the little sprinkler poured down upon him, the thoughts continued to rumble. He can't believe it, mama is going to be home today. What about papa? But, he shook his head a such. Nah, he's probably not coming. When was the last time he was home? Oh, right, so long ago, he can't remember. Oh, well!

Parking himself in front of the mirror, baggy eyes locked onto him in his reflection. Okay, maybe he should have slept a little more last night, but can anyone blame him for having a full skirt of ants? Nope! It's not every day a Lopvampa turns one hundred. Reaching for the concealer, the darkness was vanquished.

Scrunchie in hand, the vampa placed his finger on his chin. What hairstyle should he go for today? Hair pulled up into a left swept high ponytail, his ears bopped on the top of his head. Looking sharp as usual, hehe! Light green smiley face hairpins and earrings clicked into place, a dark pink fuzzy shirt with a grinning tree swallowed him whole. Violet knee length skirt plopped onward, he hopped off towards the kitchen. Please, don't start without him!

"Come on, Siorc, no need to hop so fast, we haven't even started yet!" voice one said.

"Yeah, hold your horses, we were just about to heat up the meat," voice two said.

Standing in the kitchen with a knife in her left hand had been a tall adult Lopvampa with light purple hair tied into twisted twin drills that reached to about her shoulders. Large, floppy ears the same shade as her locks, her bright green eyes were almost radioactive. Pure white angel wings behind her, the bun stared at his singular dark purple bat wing. When he's two hundred like Deigr, would he get those, too? Nah, maybe not. Plain lilac shade shirt with the words, Curious Hare printed on it, a green hare with a kissy face on it laid in the center of it all. Locking eyes with it, he always wondered. How did the Godbuns decide that name for her? She was hardly curious all the time.

Taking out the meat in the corner had been a taller adult Lopvampa with bright spiky green hair that barely that reached the shoulders. Loose stringy portions draping over the chest, he adorned a teal shirt with a screaming hare on it the same shade. Eyes this hue as well, the words Stressed Hare was printed straight in the center. He still remembered the day Strix got his divine name. How long ago now? Ah, right, fifty years prior. Man, time sure blinks fast.

[I know, I know, but mama will be up any minute now! We should probably get to cooking now, right?] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I dunno 'bout that, knowing mother, she'll be sleepin' 'till last second," Strix said, shaking his head. "Capitol's been workin' her to the bone lately. Maybe she shoulda gotten the divine name Stresha insteada me." He laughed as he said such.

"Nah, I feel like she'll be up pretty soon, so let's get cooking!" Deigr cried.

[What do you want me to do?] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You can bake the fruits, I guess," Deigr said, shrugging. "Take the strawberries out of the fridge."

[Kay!] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Hopping off towards the fridge, the bun's tail wagged from behind him. Stuffed baked strawberries for breakfast? They almost never had those! Thank the godbuns that this year's harvest season was so fruitful! Tray taken out, the vampa hummed. Little little strawberries for everybody, one, two, three!

Chop, chop, chop, chop. Creatures cut down the middle, a recipe had been placed in front of him. Strix wants them stuffed with pork bits, huh? Easy peasy. Clapping the meat pieces in, the berries were sealed like a zipper closing shut. That should do it, right? He didn't skip a step or anything, did he?

Sprinkling down the vanilla, the critters had been placed into the oven. He sealed them up correctly, right? Gosh, his hands were definitely quivering there for a little bit! Well, no matter, they were in the oven now! How long did he have to put them in for? Oh, right, ten minutes. Cranking the dial, he whistled. Please, let these be perfect.

"Siorc, can you wash the cabbage for me?" Strix groaned. "Mother just texted an' said, she wants tenna 'em this morning." As he said such, his paws were on the side of his face. "She waited 'till last second ta say it, can't believe it!"

"What?! She wants more?" Deigr cried. "Did she invite her capitol friends here again?"

"Nah, she said, an' I quote, 'Stresha, Curiha, make me ten pork cabbage bites, I'm really hungry,' I already started making the first batch! Gah, I can't believe it! She makes me want to pull my hair out!" Little strands of hair blew on the air at the very moment.

"Uh, you already kinda did that just now." She laughed.

Hopping back towards the fridge, the soon to be young adult yoinked the cabbage from the bottom drawer. Mama wanted more cabbage bites, huh? Consider it done! She wanted ten? He'll make twenty, no, thirty! Okay, maybe not that many! Plopping the round leafy critters of goodness in the sink, the torrent almost knocked the veggies out the door.

Handing the veggies off, the sweet, sweet berries had been removed from the oven. Aroma dancing around the room, the bun was almost ready to float on the air. Oh, gosh, these looked so tasty! Reaching for them, he slapped his hand away. Patience, future Farmbu, patience. Ah, no, his resistance was fading. Strawberries, come to momma.

"Don't even think about eating those yet!" Deigr shouted. "Wait for mother to come in!"

Snapping his fingers, the bun put the tin aside. Dang, caught already. Can't he just have one, please? But, he knew he would probably face the wrath of the older sister if he had done so. That was worse than the wrath of the gods! Loaded cabbages dropped into a cooking pot, the vampa set the table. Any second now, and mama would be awake, look alive!

Everything ready, the bun drummed his fingers on the table. Where's mama? She was taking forever to come out of her room! She didn't go back to sleep did she? Should he wake her? Make he should wake her. Nails continuing their little rhythm, a sea of annoyed groans had come his way almost immediately.

"Come on, Siorc, be patient," Deigr said, groaning. "Mama will be here in a minute, okay?"

"Yah, so, could ya please stop drumming your fingas?" Strix asked. "She just texted me saying, 'Sorry, I took too long doing my makeup, hehe.' Give her a minute." He then sighed once more. "Now, get up from the table and put the cabbages in the serving bowl.

[Kay.] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B.

Everything finally ready, that familiar, but almost foreign hopping sound danced through the vampa's eardrums. Here she is, mama! When was the last time he had seen her again? Oh, who knows, who cares? She's here! She's finally eating at the table with them! Scribbling a waving smiley face on the screen, everything burned with anticipation.

Short, middle aged lopvampa with long, leg length dark purple hair hopping towards the dining table, the soon to be young adult tried to keep himself from exploding. Oh, gosh, here's mama! Come around here more often, why doesn't she? Why does the capitol have to keep her cooped up all the time?

"Good morning, Curiha," mama greeted.

"Mornin', mother," Deigr greeted.

"Good morning, Stresha!" mama greeted.

"Mornin', mother," Strix sighed. "Can ya please just call me Strix when we're in the house? The godbuns ain't listening ya know!" But, such fell on deaf ears.

"Good morning, future Farmbu," mama greeted.

[Good morning, mama! It's been forever, where you been? We made Pork Cabbage Bites for you!] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B.

"You know the capitol keeps me busy, honey," mama responded, seating herself at the table. "But, I took off for your birthday." She sipped her tea for a moment. "Speaking of which, are you still friends with Zhulong and Niquel?"

"Mother, they're called Swanbu and Jokebu now, remember?" Deigr asked.

"Ah, I see," mama said. "Swanky Bunny and Joker Bunny, huh, what lovely divine names!"

[Yup, we're still the best of friends!] A high pitched feminine voice read out of the Talkmaster B.

"That's great, hon, I'm glad," mama replied with a smile. "Do you want me to invite them to your divine naming ceremony?"

[That's fine with me! Can I have it inside the barn, please?] A high pitched feminine voice red out of the Talkmaster B.

"Where else did ya think we were gonna have it?" Strix asked. "I'm sure ya woulda turned down anywhere else!" He then sighed, ready to pull his hair out. "After breakfast make sure ya go pick the fruit 'an check on th' critters, kay?"

Nodding, the bun looked at his watch. Oh, no, it's already the tenth hour! Everything wolfed down in an instant, he stood up from the table. He's super late! He was supposed to feed the chickens! Cabbage bites down the hatch, he hurried to get his gear. He can already hear the clucks coming from a mile away! He'd better get out of here!

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