## Archive-name: mortimer.6

From: rabbit@Buster.Michigan.COM (Dr. Roger Rabbit)

Subject: MORTIMER PART 7

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| MORTIMER Part 6 |

| 14Dec 2000 17:11 PST |

"FUCKING TRAFFIC HEY ASSHOLE GET OFF THE ROAD WITH THAT PIECE OF SHIT", William Bunny shouted as he raced past the poor teen ager whose car had broken down in the middle of Marvin Way, the main drag in Acme Acres. He had been sitting in a traffic jam for over 10 minutes and had not moved more than a quarter of a mile and he wasn't even on the freeway.

It had been another one of those days at work. One of the big partners from the main office had decided to grace the Inland Empire Valuation Services Division of PriceWaterhouse, the firm at which Mr. Bunny was employed as a CPA, with his presence. William was in a FOUL mood and he raced down the road at 50MPH as if to say to the cops "fuck you I'll drive as fast as I want." He liked to do that when the world was messing with him. This happened quite often, or so thought William Bunny who always saw the world as a mean and nasty place to be treated as such, not thinking that he could lighten up his little sphere of existence by being a little more easygoing. No, he had to be defensive and alert he had a wife and 14 children to feed. That was a source of pride for William his family, or more like the fact that he could have such a large family and be able to make enough to feed them.

As for the particulars of his family, he really couldn't be bothered with them. Did he spend alot of time being a father to them or interacting with them? Not really. Children were just posessions to acquire and hold up as trophies around the water cooler for the other "guys" to see. This attitude is not the typical male toon bunny attitute, no, not at all. The typical male bunny's life centers around the family. He is sensitive and loving, a good father and a good lover to his wife. Not that William didn't love his children, he did, but he was afflicted with a social anomaly often found in toons who have to interact with humans alot on a daily basis (there were no other toon rabbits, or any other kinds of toons, for that matter at Price Waterhouse). The toon rabbit takes on the bad characteristics of the humans with which he associated: The hate, jealousy, anger, pride, greed and lust for wealth. These things displace the the normally placid and serene nature of the person and make that person more "manlike". The term "manlike" is not a term of flattery, more like a derogatory term describing a shift away from "bunnynature" to "humannature". Humans tend towards evil and hatred, whereas toon rabbits gravitate towards the good qualities. When a toon rabbit has to work or associate with too many humans, without the influences of other toon rabbits for long periods of time (like an 8 hour work day), they may slip into this habit, unaware that it is happening. At this point, it often takes other family members to snap the afflicted person out of their trance.

There was no doubt that William Bunny had slipped into this chasm, but not far enough that it completely destroyed his life at home. He was always very tender with his wife. As for his children, he took some joy in sitting in his overstuffed chair after dinner to watch the younger ones play in front of the television. This is when he felt the most satisfaction with his life. Before him was a happy family without any cares in the world. Of course, he was thinking more of financial cares than emotional cares, but that was William Bunny. This superficial interaction with his family was about as deep as he got with his children. He seemed to be immune from the tensions and joys of family life which manifest themselves in more suttle ways. This playtime after dinner was about as much interaction as he had with his kids. During this time, he would often pick up one or more of the smaller ones and place them on his lap where he would talk softly to them and tell them a faerytale or two. As for the older kids, he NEVER had any interaction with them, Mortimer included. Once they became adolescents, they were a bother to him: rebellious teenagers who ruined his utopian image of "family". In fact, NO misbehavior was allowed in his presence, and none was committed. Each child learned at an early age that such actions would result in a thunderous tonguelashing from their father which would not soon be forgotten. No nothing would be allowed to disturb his image of his family.

Now, William Bunny had not lost all characteristics of tenderness and caring which are the hallmark of toon rabbits. Alone with his wife, he was the typical toon rabbit. He loved his wife dearly, more than his work and his children. Annabel returned his love, but that was her nature, not just with him. When they were alone, she NEVER spoke of the children, knowing of her husbands lack of interest in the intimate details of managing such a large number of kids. With her, he spoke of his youthful dreams and hopes for the future of how he wanted so bad to be a major league baseball player. He was indeed a good one at UCLA in his undergraduate days and even made it into the AAA league, but was cut from that league when is was found that his talent was limited. At that point, he abandoned that dream and went on to graduate school and became a CPA. Part of his easy going nature disappeared then and there, and Annabel knew this. For this reason, she indulged him when he went on and on about his youth. As for the management of the family, that responsibility fell squarly on Annabel's shoulders a burden that she not only accepted, but embraced. She would not burden her husband with such "petty" matters.

Sex was very good between the two of them. Most toon rabbits have very healthy appetites for sex, and these two were no exception. They have a special room set up just for such activties, where many hours were spent enjoying such pursuits. William did NOT think of his wife as a sex object
their lovemaking was real. In that room, the deepest emotions were released on both sides, feelings only toon rabbits can experience as their nature tends towards love and does not preoccupy itself with material goods or wealth. In that respect, William Bunny was truly a toon rabbit. William breathed a sigh of relief as he sped onto the freeway, finding it relativily unobstructed. In 15 minutes he would be home with his wife and a hot meal.

Mortimer's tears finally stopped flowing as he pulled the carrottuna casserole out of the oven. The events of the evening were racing through his head. He tried to be optimistic about his mothers malady, agreeing, to himself, with his Aunt Lucy, that she had made some progress with his mother. "She did realize, for a moment, that she was missing one of us. Just a few more sessions with Aunt Lucy and she'll probably be ok." Mortimer's feeling of relief then fell prey to his pragmatic and pessimistic attitude, and he had to fight back the tears as he mashed up the potatos. His father would soon be home, and he would be getting a call from Lucy. Mortimer laughed out loud as he thought of his father's reaction. "There's nothing wrong with Annabel she seems fine to me", would probably be his reaction. He knew that there would be a telephonic donnybrook before the conversation was over. Lucy was constantly criticizing William for caring too much about his family's financial wellbeing and not enough about being a real father to them. It pained her to see her sister carrying all of the burden of raising the family, no matter how well suited she seemed to be for the task. Lucy would surely hold up Annabel's condition and lay part of the blame on William for not taking some of the emotional burden off of his wife. William would then tear into Lucy, enumerating all of the "sacrifices" that he had made for his family, such as the long hours he worked and the extended business trips he sometimes had to make "away from his wife and family".

Mortimer snapped out of his trance and continued to mash the potatos. His father would be home at any time and would want dinner to be ready. Mortimer felt like he didn't have a father. To him, his father was just some rabbit who came home every night and ate dinner with his eyes staring down at his plate, not caring about the things going on around him. The only pleasant memories of his father that he had were distant when he was 2 or 3. He remembered his father picking him up and holding him in his lap, while reading to him from a children's book. (Peter Rabbit, as he recalled). Other than that, his father ignored him as well as the other children. Mortimer was old enough and smart enough to know that his father had become too ravelled up in his work as well as too involved with humans. He had plans to confront his father "one of these days" and try to get him to pay more attention to his family. Mortimer was scared of him, however, and put it off.

Using a balancing act that would make even the most accomplished juggler jealous, Mortimer carried the four dishes of food into the dinette and placed them on the table. His sister Maggie was just finishing up the place settings, a task which took a considerable amount of time, seeing how there were 16 places to set. As he set down the casserole, 4 bunny children came tearing into the room and attempted to "sample" the main dish. "Get out of here! You know the rule wait for Dad", Mortimer shouted. The four disappointed bunnies stomped out of the room, mumbling curses at their brother. "What did Aunt Lucy want?", Maggie asked, with a concerned look on her face. Mortimer didn't want to alarm his sister, so he thought up a quick answer. "Uh, about a carrot cheesecake or something..." Mortimer tried to sound non chalant about it, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see the distrust in his sister's eyes. "Whoops forgot the milk", Mortimer said and turned quickly to escape his sister.

Just as he entered the kitchen, the door crept open and his father walked in with his briefcase. Hearing the door, Joey immedietly came running into the kitchen to greet his father. Sometimes, his father would be in a good mood and would pick him up and carry him into the dinette, other times he would simply mumble a hello under his breath. Joey, however, lived in hope and cherished the times in which his father was friendly. This, however, was not one of those days. In fact, he didn't even respond to Joey's greeting and walked past him into the other room. Joey looked after him with a dismayed look on his face. Mortimer came up behind his brother and patted him on the shoulder. "Dad's probably had a hard day. Maybe you should just leave him alone." Joey mumbled a disappointed "ok" as he looked over his shoulder at his brother who patted him on his head. Mortimer knew that his father's day was going to get much worse before is was over.

In the dinette was a table with 13 hungry children all waiting for the "starting gun", poised, forks in hand. It was permitted to dish out the food onto the individual plates, but not to put even a morsel into the mouth before the proper time. Maggie stood guard over the table, making certain that this rule was not broken. Annabel came down from upstairs and gave her husband a big hug and a kiss. William looked into her eyes as if to say "Its been a rough day but for you, I'd do it again". Annabel sat at one end of the table and William at another. Mortimer came in and sat next to his mother and stared at her for about 20 seconds before giving up. Dinner lasted about 20 minutes, after which the family dispersed, some to their rooms, and some to the TV set. William sat in his overstuffed chair, and his wife in the more modern leather recliner with the winged arms, both settling down for the typical sitcom evening. Mortimer would normally skip out to visit Jan or retire to his room to work on his book, but he was uneasy this evening, and wanted to be in the room when Lucy called. He sat on the couch, trying to pay attention to the evening news, staring at the cordless phone on the coffee table every few minutes.

The evening news came and went, followed by an entertainment news show and still the phone didn't ring. Mortimer got more and more impatient as time went on, wanting the matter to be over with. He was afraid that his father would pick up the phone, listen intently to Lucy and then turn and stare at him with that "why you little shit what did you do to your mother" look. The best thing that a Bunny child older than 8 could do would be to stay anonymous. William just barely tolerated the older kids and said children knew to keep clear of him. As he thought about it, his fear turned to anger. Perhaps this would be the time to confront his father about his attitude towards his family. "YES I've gotta quit being afraid of him I'LL DO IT", Mortimer finally resolved, grinding his teeth together.

20:03 by the clock on the VCR. Mortimer stared at the phone, wondering what was taking his aunt so long. Suddenly he realized that she didn't start work till 20:00, so she'd just be getting in. Mortimer stretched out his whole body, raising his hands above his head and putting his legs straight out in front of him.

Suddenly, the phone chirped. William picked it up and walked into the kitchen to escape the din of the TV. Mortimer darted out of the chair and hopped up the stairs, his resolve instantly drained. He made it to the top, and then he crept back down far enough to hear the conversation in the living room. As he peeked around the corner, he saw his father return from the kitchen and place the phone back on the table. His mother spoke. "Who was it, dear?" "Just some telemarketer trying to sell insurance. I quoted him sections from the Federal Anti Telemarketing Harassment Act and he hung up". Mortimer's collapsed onto the stairs, his hand over his chest and his rapidly beating heart. "Shit, scared the fuck out of me..." he mumbled as he stood back up on his shakey legs. That was it. He wasn't going to be scared again. His resolve returned, only now it was unshakable. He slowly crept back down the stairs and sat back on the couch. Maggie was sitting at the opposite end of the couch and looked at him with an inquisitive look. Mortimer pulled his feet up onto the couch and lay with his head on the arm of the couch with his hands above his head. His sister stretched her foot and started rubbing his cock. Mortimer pulled himself up shied away from her. "Not now", he whispered. "Whats the matter with you?", Maggie said to him. "Ever since Aunt Lucy was here, you haven't been yourself". Maggie knew that her brother wouldn't pass up an opportunity to boff unless he was upset about something. Her test had told her that something was wrong. Mortimer put his finger up to his mouth to silence her. "I'll tell you later". Maggie slouched back onto the couch and threw him a dismayed look.

It was 20:17 when the phone rang again. Mortimer's heart started to pound once again. With a sigh, William picked it up and headed back into the kitchen. This was it. What would he do? What would be his reaction, thought Mortimer. 5 minutes elapsed, then 7, then 10, each one seemed like an eternity. What was Lucy saying to his father? What was his reaction? The suspense was tearing Mortimer up inside. 17 minutes passed by before William finally came back into the room and set the phone down and returned to his chair. He stared at his wife for about 30 seconds. Annabel was too caught up in the TV to notice his stare. Finally, she glanced at William who broke his stare so as not to make her suspicious. "Who was it this time", she asked her husband. " Um, just one of the guys from work. They're working late on a project and needed some advice. Damn idiots wouldn't be able to get along without me", he said as he stared at the floor, away from his wife. All of these signals the staring at Annabel, the tone of his father's voice as he answered his mother, and his staring at the floor were all a signal to Mortimer that the phone call was indeed from his Aunt Lucy. Mortimer tried not to look at his father, but still kept an eye on him to gleem any information from the look on his father's face or the direction of his stare.

William returned to normal, his glance and facial expression back to the catatonic "TV stare". Wild thoughts were racing through Mortimer's mind. What the hell did they talk about? When was his father going to confront him. Mortimer tried to remember when his father last spoke to him. He couldn't remember when that was. Mortimer got up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk as the suspense had dried out his throat. He opened the refrigerator and poured himself a large glass of milk. He hoisted the glass and chugged down the entire thing in the light emitted by the refrigerator bulb. Just as he was closing the door, he heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.

"MORTIMER!"

It was his father.

He turned and spoke. "Huh?" was the only thing that he was able to make come out of his mouth, which hung open in fear and amazement.

"Your Aunt Lucy just called me and said that your mother has some sort of psychological problem that affects her memory. She said that your mother has forgotten that you exist". William waited for a reply with his arms crossed.

Mortimer summoned up his courage and spoke to his father in a steady voice. He was bound and determined not to show fear and prove to his father that he wasn't going to take any shit from him.

"Thats right. She seems to have forgotten all about me. I can talk to her and its as if I'm not even there. She hasn't asked about my homework or grades in months. She doesn't care when I'm out late and never asks about my friends. You know mom. That is very out of the ordinary for her. Aunt Lucy was over this afternoon and she thinks mom needs to see a psychologist".

"Sounds to me like a bunch of balony to me", William replied. "Toon NeuralPathways Deficiency Syndrom? Never heard of it. How can a mother just forget that one of her kids exists??"

"I don't know the specifics", said Mortimer. ".. but Aunt Lucy had a medical book with a description of it". Mortimer was amazed at the tone of the conversation. His father was not talking at him, but with him, treating him like an adult. Mortimer's bravery increased. He continued. "I think the problem is that she has so many things to carry on her back, and although she doesn't seem to mind it, maybe its just gotten to be too much for her".

"Why you, though?", William interrupted. "I don't know, I don't under..." He was interrupted by his father who was pointing at his hand. "What the hell happened to your hand??" Mortimer replied "I cut it real bad when I was making dinner. I've got over 40 stitches. Now, you would think that mom would notice this bandage, but she didn't".

"I still think its just some wild fantasy of your aunt's. She's always putting me down, saying that I'm not a good father".

Mortimer took a deep breath and then spoke. "I think what she is trying to say is that you should provide more help in raising the kids. Look, dad I know you work hard to provide for all of us, but you never help mom with us. This is the first time that you've spoken to me in years. Joey adores you and you ignore him most of the time. All I'm trying to say is..."

William let loose with a deafening shout. "LOOK, YOU LITTLE SHIT
DON'T YOU TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB AS A PARENT!! I OUGHT TO SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!" William grabbed Mortimer by the shirt and gave him that I'mgonnakillyou stare.

Mortimer wrenched himself out of his father's grip. "I'm not trying to tell you anything except that I'm sick and tired of you strolling in here and plunking yourself down in front of the TV and ignoring all of us!", Mortimer was circling his father, glaring at him with a stare that would freeze the sun. William stood motionless with his mouth open, unable to believe that one of his kids would be so bold as to challenge him.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a father. Why don't you care about how I do in school? Am I smart, normal or stupid? Whats my GPA? Huh? You can't answer that! One of these days we'll all be gone and then you'll be sorry that you didn't spend more time with us. In the mean time, mother works her ass off and gets no support from you. THAT PISSES ME OFF".

Mortimer threw one last menacing glance at him and then stomped out of the kitchen and then up to his room. William was still paralysed from the tonguelashing that he received from Mortimer. Finally, he returned to the living room, mumbling under his breath. "Damn Lucy putting that shit into these kid's heads".

Mortimer lay on his bed. He couldn't stop shaking. He knew that he'd catch it the next day. Perhaps, he thought, his father would think about what was said and maybe, just maybe, would reexamine his relationship with his kids and would realize that he had a problem. Mortimer pulled off his shirt and sweatpants and climed into bed. He shut off the lights and closed his eyes. For the first time in many days, he closed his eyes with a feeling that he had accomplished something. He had actually communicated with his father and had discovered what ailed his mother. Tommorrow would bring more confrontation, but it would not be for nothing, as it would bring progress in solving this twofold problem. Sleep but this time in contentment.

Sorry it took so long. I'm not going to venture a promise as to
how long it will take for the next part to be ready. A LOT OF
work went into this part, with an eye towards the whole story.

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