Jim-Jim's Tale

Once upon a time there was a little girl rabbit named Jim-Jim. Jim-Jim was an ordinary little rabbit except for the fact she had an extra ear. All her life her mother had told her how lucky she was to have such a gift. Jim-Jim, on the other hand, had, her whole life, hated the third ear. It caused her to stand out, quite like the superfluous ear itself stood out.
On the morning of Jim-Jim’s one fourth and a quarter anniversary of life she decided she could take no more, not one more day could this go on. Indeed not another second.
As Jim-Jim’s ears were having breakfast she whispered into the third and asked if they might engage in conversation and while No. 3 may have been awfully embarrassing, it was equally keen to please and jumped up straight away and went aside with the young bunny.
“Ear number three,” confided Jim-Jim, “I know you love me and would do anything for me, and I know also how intuitive you are. So really this must come as no surprise to you.”
Ear number three began to sob, because as Jim-Jim had said it was so very intuitive and knew just what it was Jim-Jim was going to say. In shaking tones the ear began, “Oh little bunny say no more, but please have time to hear. You know how much you mean to me and I know what I mean to you. Oh little bunny for one fourth and a quarter of your life have I been your ear and have heard so many grievous things. I knew this day would one day come and with it bitter sweetness. You must go your way, and, I my own.”
Jim-Jim, though bewildered by the ears eloquence, was relieved the surplus appendage, which had brought so much anguish to her past, understood.
Ear number three packed its things and bid a teary goodbye to Jim-Jim and her regulation ears. “This may, after all, not be the end.” With that the ear was off.
Jim-Jim, after briefly grieving, started to enjoy her new life as a rabbit who blended in with the rest of her warrens inhabitants. At the bowling alley no one made jokes about her looking like a 1-7-10 split, at the hare salon no body teased, ‘Want us to plait your ears?’ and best of all, when she went out to the dance club and every rabbits favourite song, The Hop, came on, a little boy rabbit named Flo asked her to dance.
Over in Australia though, where ear number three had migrated, there was little luck. This lonely little ear without a head to stand on was unwanted and unneeded.
Meanwhile in Subterranean Middle Europe Jim-Jim and Flo were having the time of their lives. No human had taken any of their paws for good luck and rabbit stew was unmistakeably un-trendy.
One night however while Jim-Jim and Flo were out dancing, during a particularly energetic dance, Flo happened to bounce a little too high. He bumped his head and thumped to the ground. The jolt caused his normally well groomed hair, which he kept brushed forward, to ruffle out of position, revealing a shockingly exposed extra set of eyes! Not just one extra eye but two. A whole other set! Flo squealed and darted from the club. The other rabbits’ laughter chased him out the door. Jim-Jim stood stunned. “An extra set of eyes?” she thought, “I had no idea.” She raced to find Flo. All over Holesville she searched for him. She couldn’t find him anywhere. Jim-Jim decided she’d wait back at his burrow. “Surely he’ll come back sometime.”
Nearing Flo’s sleeping quarters Jim-Jim heard soft murmurings coming from a dark tunnel that she knew was a dead end. She crept down it, the murmurings turning into quite familiar voices, one of which she hadn’t heard for a long, long time.
Yes. As she got to the tunnels end, Jim-Jim knew undoubtedly who it was consoling Flo. Ear number three turned and faced Jim-Jim. “You never knew but we share a magical bond my dear little bunny. However far apart we may rest our weary selves, I always hear what ears number one and two do. I heard the jeering laughter. I knew I alone could console.”
“But how did you…” Jim-Jim perplexed.
“A magical bond I can tell you we have, though I can not explain its powers. It matters not. What matters is that we are reunited. And I believe we shall never part again.”
“Oh I love you Ear,” gushed Jim-Jim, “and from now on I’ll never regard you as extra, for you are truly equal. I have seen the error of my ways and shall indulge in my uniqueness and that of my dear Flo’s!”from that time on Jim-Jim, Flo and the newly equalised ear number three, and of course his souvenir Gold Coast earring, lived a harmonious life together in Subterranean Middle Europe.