|O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our boiling season.

We gave our people a mystical gift, we gave our people latent power.

And yet, all they do is complain, complain, complain.

It is not good enough, why so weak?

Why, o why is this so?

We guide them towards their awakening,

But all we get is ingratitude.

That's it? That's it, our people say!

They expect more, when what mystical power they receive

Is outside our control.

We are the messengers, not the givers.

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns

What is a deity to do,

When the world's expectations

Keep getting higher and higher

By the century?

Why can't our people just be full of glee,

They awakened their powers easily?

Our patience is thinning exponentially,

We give, we guide, 

Get nothing in return

We are burning, 

Patience thinning.

We are running out of glee,

Can't you see?

O, our poor, poor godbuns bleeding glee

What will it take for our people

To feel happy?

They take, take, take.

Will they only be satiated

When we have been run dry?

Our people keep expecting more

Like a bunch of bumbling fools.

We assist them as they please

To gain knowledge about their powers

With no sense of gratitude.

When will they bow their heads with sincerity?

We are none the wiser, as one can see!

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

What can be done to change this system of endless greed?

Powers tapped into with assistance aplenty,

Expectations are higher than the last century.

Why, o why, is this so?

We are at a loss of where to go.

In this season of depravity,

Change must happen instantly!|

Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep.

Creamnaries chirping through the window, the young adult slapped his cheeks upon waking up for the morning. This time, for sure, he'll get to redo his divine naming ceremony! Today is the day to head over to the next village over. No more disgusting Unhappy Bunny. So long, farewell to that divine name, it won't last after he gets an audience with Avenbu's village's godbun.

Lifting himself up from the covers, the bun rubbed his eyes. When did Avenbu say she would be coming to get him from her buggy? She just said today, right. Did that mean the morning, the afternoon, late evening? Ah, who knows, and who cares? This time, for sure, he'll finally be rid of this divine mistake bestowed upon him! Third time's the charm as they say.

Crackle, crackle, boom, boom.

Thunder kicking in from the skies above, the vampa covered his ears. Oh, great, it's raining again? How many times did that make this month that a storm had come out of nowhere? If he had to guess, at least fifteen. What's with the weather lately? This is going to be a terrible harvest season if this keeps up.

Walking towards the window, the farmer clapped his palms together. O, godbuns above, please let there be more sunny days ahead! But, such had been met with an even louder clap. Hopping back, his tail shook from behind him. Woah, did the storm just get closer? Lightning bolt looking ready to slap down upon the mango tree, his ears drooped. Please, don't hit the farm, his fruits will dry up! Electricity from the weather controlling godbuns, have mercy!

Crackle, crackle, crackle, pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Droplets falling faster by the second, the bun sighed. What if Avenbu decides not to come because of the rain? Wouldn't it be really dangerous to drive in a buggy like this? Maybe he should just forget about this idea. Who knows if the godbun in the next village over would even listen to him? Perhaps it's best to just accept reality already.

Boom, crackle, crackle.

Lightning dancing upon the window, the young adult rose his fist in the air. No way, why should he give up just like that? Surely, this storm will fade by the time Avenbu and her crew show up. Of course it will. Sunny days are ahead! By the tenth hour, it will all go away! And, besides, that's what the godbuns wanted. There's no way he'll accept this name. He's not unhappy. He'll never allow himself to accept that accursed epithet.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Siorc, are ya awake?" Strix asked. "Ya got some mail from a creamnary." He then lowered his voice for a moment. "Who sends letters in this day an' age?"

"Some buns still do, I guess," Deigr said to Strix. "Come on, Siorc, wake up! It's almost time for breakfast! You might want to hurry. You'll definitely want to make sure the farm's okay. That lightning moved pretty close to the trees."

Eyes glued towards the window, the thunder kept going. Please, oh, please, don't let the lightning hit the mango tree, he is begging here! If even one single mango is destroyed, Divisee will probably come back and give him an even worse divine name! He can't let that happen. What's he going to call him, Deathwish Bunny? Please no, that can't happen!

Reaching for the Talkmaster B, the vampa hopped towards the entrance. Pushing the door open, his hands were on the knobs. Little envelope drawn on the screen with a letter opener next to it, a pensive face had been added to the mix. Was that the wrong one to use here? Perhaps not, this one will do. Letting go of the knobs, the voice nearly cracked as lightning looked ready to strike twice.

[Can you open it for me and read it out loud, please?] Crackling words through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"Nah, Siorc, this letter seems like it ain't no business of ours," Strix said. "So, take it." He waved the letter in his paws as he said such. "And, be in the kitchen in like half an hour. We're making sour lamb carrot stew this morning. We don't have a lot of time, I have an important job today, ya know? They want me to excavate a digging site, gah! Why do I gotta be the one to do that completely hands on for?!"

"You heard him, please be in the kitchen within the half hour," Deigr said. "Alrighty, enjoy your letter."

Siblings walking away, the bun seated himself crisscross upon the floor. Who in the world sends a letter through a carrier creamnary these days? Then again, it's not like he gives out his contact information to many other buns, and he hardly checked that stuff anyway. Opening the letter, he read the words laid out in front of him carefully.

-To Avenbu's new friend,

First of all, just so you know, we're still coming to get you in the afternoon today even if the lightning strikes that roof over your head! Expect the buggy to show up at your door at around the thirteenth hour. You'd better not be sleeping, or I'll hop through your window and eat all the dust in your room and spit it on your face like the Evil bun that I am!

How did we get your address? I'm evil, that's how. Haha. Whatever, as I said, Susu will be retrieving you at the thirteenth hour, rain or shine. And, you ain't backing out, ya hear? You want to go meet with our village's godbun? Well, you'll get that alright. So, you'd better be standing outside your door waiting for us, or else, hehe, you can kiss all your dust hello on your face!

From,

Evil Bunny, the Most Evil, Baddest LopVampa in all of Lagozora!-

Shaking his head, the farmer placed the letter into the trash bin. He had only met this Naofa bun yesterday, and they're still putting on that super corny evil act of theirs. Why did the godbuns bestow that name upon them for anyway? Honestly, he doesn't know. If it were him, he would want to hibernate forever.

Hopping towards his drawers, the bun sighed as that pesky Unhappy Bunny shirt waited for him. Why are these still here?! Which godbun decided that every Lopvampa with a divine name had to wear clothes adorning their true name for all of eternity? Next time he goes to the store, he's buying plain t-shirts with none of that nonsense.

Moving towards the private restroom, the young adult did a quick spritzing. How much longer did he have before he had to be in the kitchen? Ah, about fifteen minutes. Looks like he won't have time to work on looking pretty today. Oh, well. Hopping towards the mirror, a dull face awaited him in the reflective surface.

Hair left down the bun reached for the brush. Moving the creature through the knots at lightning speed, the bun groaned. He swore, every single day even more of them appear. Is it because he's out in the fields every morning? Ah, well, there's no time to fix that today. Matching creamy cookie hairpins and earrings clicked into place, his ears drooped as that pesky Unhappy Bunny shirt was ready to burn his skin. Please, let all these shirts simultaneously get too small for him in his sleep overnight.

Knee length skirt nearly put on backwards, the bun dashed out the restroom door. Time is running out. How much longer did he have before breakfast? Two minutes. He'd better hurry and pick up the pace! Burning scent wafting through the kitchen, a warzone looked ready to break out for even their absent mother to see.

"Oh, lordy, it's burnin'! It's burnin'!" Strix shouted. "I could have sworn the stew needs to cook for around fifteen minutes!" His voice shook as he said such. "This makes me want to pull my hair out!"

"You already are, though," Deigr said, sighing. "Quick, turn the stove off, we can still salvage the stew!"

"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it!" Strix shouted. Click.

Stove looking ready to explode, sweat poured down the vampa's cheek. As usual, whenever Strix makes morning stew, it nearly burns down the entire kitchen. What could possibly go through his mind to have this happen every single time? Maybe the godbuns gave him the right epithet after all. He was a stressed hare, indeed. Give his brother a vacation, dear godbuns above!

"The carrots are looking a little black around the edges, you sure we can even eat theses anymore?" Deigr asked, eyes squinted.

"Ya make it sound like we're gonna die from a little bit of a charred edge!" Strix cried. "It's fine, and besides! We gotta leave for work early today, remember? You need to go back to the amazon and investigate some new reptiles in the lakes, right?"

"You're right, I have to leave before the bells for the tenth hour," Deigr responded, sighing. "Sorry, Siorc, the stew's a bit burned. You okay with that?"

Carrots looking like a disaster area as usual, the farmer shrugged. This was the same as always. Why would a tiny bit of burn on the veggies make him lose his top? Unless, she assumed now that he was deemed unhappy by Divisee, everything would make him angry? No, no, no, no! Absolutely not! Please, don't even think that. Talkmaster B out in front of him, he scribbled away.

[It's fine, Deigr. Besides, Strix always burns the carrots when you make morning stew. I'll live.] Cracking words out of the Talkmaster B's speakers said. He then drew a carrot on the screen, voice continuing. [And, besides, I can just plant a new batch of carrot seeds. I bought the traps to keep the vermin out, so they'll actually grow without being spoiled this time!]

"Oh, right, ya asked me to buy traps last week," Strix said, hands on the side of his head. "I'm sorry I forgot! I won't next time, promise!" Strands of hair fell on the kitchen floor as he cried such.

[Don't worry about it, Strix, I bought plenty to last awhile. And, I can always get more. I have plenty of savings stacked up anyway.] Cracking words out of the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"If ya say so, I still feel kinda bad. Ya asked me twice last week t' get 'em and it totally slipped my mind!" Strix cried. "Well, too late now, I guess." He then darted his eyes around the room, nearly spilling the stew over the edge of the bowl as he put it on the table. "Anyway, what was that letter all about?"

Placing the spoons on the table, the farmer pondered for a moment. Should he mention he's taking a trip to the next village over? How are Deigr and Strix going to react when he tells them about that? They're probably going to get annoyed soon if he keep bringing up he's going to have his divine naming ceremony redone. Maybe after this time, he'll stop bringing it up.

Seating himself in his chair as the miserable lamb carrot stew had been placed in front of him, the young adult turned the nobs at a rapid pace. Little angry face drawn, he shook the device. No, he can't start like that. That won't be good, would it? Redoing such, a fist had been drawn instead. Well, this will get the point across, perhaps? Gah, perhaps he's trying a little too hard with this.

[A bun named Adventure Bunny is taking me to the next village over in her buggy to meet with their godbun there so I can speak with them. She's more laid back than Divisee, so I'm hoping she'll change my divine name to something else!] A loud noise practically buried the words said through the Talkmaster B's robotic voice.

"Oh, you're still on that, huh?" Deigr asked, sighing. "Well, I won't stop you since you're an adultbun, but I really think you're setting yourself up for disaster here." She then bit into her stew, groaning. "Strix, you really burned them all the way through this time!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I had a lot on my mind this morning!" Strix cried. "Deigr's right, though. I dunno which village yer goin' to, but if I were you, I'd set your expectations at rock bottom. I won't stop you either, but I think you ought to think about this a bit more. When they comin' to pick ya up?"

[At the thirteenth hour.] A robotic voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Ah, I see," Strix responded. "Guess we won't be seeing ya tonight then?"

[Probably not. I don't know how far away this village is by buggy.] A robotic voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Alrighty, then, guess we'll see you in a couple days, then," Deigr said in a foreboding tone. "Try and be careful with who you trust, though. These buns might be using you. If they seem like they're bad, fly right back home."

[I'm sure they're fine. Don't worry, if I notice there's something amiss, I'll leave.] A robotic voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"If you say so. Well, I should get going, my ride's here. See you soon." Hop, hop, hop.

"Oops, I gotta go, too, stay safe, kay?" Strix hopped off as well.

Silent kitchen ready to eat him alive, the young adult could feel the gloom wash over him as he ate the rest of his morning stew. Was Adventure Bunny not trustworthy? Maybe he should rethink going on this adventure with her. Ah, no, he needed to go to the next village over no matter what! Why would she be trying to trick him? That hardly made any sense. It'll be fine, right. Nothing fishy here.

Munching away at a head of cabbage, the bun looked at the wall clock. How was it only the ninth hour? Time sure is going slowly this morning. Maybe the godbuns responsible for time decided to make everything move to a crawl? Perhaps. Maybe he should go out onto the farm early and feed the chickens now.

Heading back towards his room, the young adult slipped on his rain boots. Please, please let the storm stop in time for the thirteenth hour, he's begging. Raincoat lookin ready to throw him into a black hole, the bun bolted towards the door. Please, don't let the chickens be in any pain because of the thunder and lightning out there.