Mills and Swoon

Bunnie hopped her way down a long corridor. The bright lights were blinding her and she had a headache. She was in a hurry. The walls were lined with celebratory portraits of animals and insects from all over the world; intricate batiks and weaves as well as paintings in ostentatious frames. The high ceilings and open views from the large windows made her nervous, jumpy. Frankly. she would be glad when this was over. Someone startled her, trotting up from behind, clippety-clopping loudly. They overtook her, turning to look at her huge brown eyes. It was a man with long grey hair. He shimmied his main proudly and smiled before clippety-clopping ahead in worn black shoes that had seen better days. Bunnie smiled back, nervously. She needed all the support she could rally, being a stranger here. Bunnie is nervous At the double doors, a woman waited. She looked Bunnie up and down with a supercilious stare then looked at the door. Bunnie felt awkward and was uncertain of her next move. Shoul