To nmiller and akwater:
In an effort to give you something after you've given so much to the community, I offer you a story that I'm going to come up with right now on the spot. Okay here we go.
Once upon a time there lived a peculiar bunny who called himselff nmillar. He lived in a bunny village in a lush meadow away from all human civilization. The grass was always green and crystal clear fresh water was abundant throughout the land. It was a joyous time for all, especially nmillar. See, nmillar was a baker who specialized in pies. Animals from across the continent knew of his creations. It was rumoured that one squirrel traversed the open ocean upon the back of a humpback whale just to see this amazing baker. Nmillar had one pie which eventually gained more fame than any of his others - his pecan pie. How he came upon the "perfect recipe" was a heartwarming tale all on its own...
One day Nmillar was prancing about in a strawberry patch a mile out of the village, looking for the plumpest, most delicious strawberries for a pie when suddenly he spotted the shadow of an eagle circling his position. Panicked, nmillar began to run furiously, trying to retreat to his warm little burrow. As he zig-zagged across the open meadows images of his friends, little bunnies, chipmunks, and squirrels flashed into his mind. 'So long, world. This is the end,' he thought to himself.
Bang! Nmillar crashed headfirst into something large and furry. A lamb's head turned slowly to catch sight of this little intruder.
'Watch where your going, little one,' the lamb said calmly.
'No time, no time! I'm being chased by an eagle! Help me!' The bunny urged.
The lamb looked up, and indeed saw the eagle high above his head. 'Come with me,' he said. 'I'll cover you.'
So the little bunny very closely shadowed the lamb as they made for a grouping of trees a few hundred metres away. Sensing that the time is running out, the eagle made a few desperate attempts to snatch its potential meal. One dive after another, all she could muster were patches of wool off the lamb's back. After a few minutes, the two animals disappeared into the trees, and the eagle was forced to return to its nest.
'Gee, thanks mister,' nmillar said excitedly. 'But your lovely white coat, it's ruined!'
'Don't you worry about my fur,' replied Mr. lamb. 'It'll grow back. I'm just happy you're still here with us! My name is akwater, by the way. Glad to meet you!'
'I am nmillar. It's a pleasure to have met you too! You know, to thank you, I am going to bake you the most delicious pie you've ever tasted!'
'A pie, you say? You simply must take this!'
Akwater walked a few feet in front of nmillar, picked up a little flower, and brought it back to the bunny, who was still somewhat in shock. 'Here, it's a little secret ingredient my maaa used to put into her desserts. It's a vanilla flower.'
Something clicked inside that little bunny brain after taking a whiff of the flower's scent. 'I know EXACTLY what kind of pie to make with this vanilla plant!'
It has now been more than a year after the eagle incident, and akwater and nmillar are still friends. In fact, they opened their own little bakery in the centre of bunny-ville. Animals come from all over the world to taste their famous pecan pies. Nobody can tell what the secret ingredient is, but they all agree on one bite that the pie is the best they'd ever had.