We left Earth a thousand years ago. On Earth, we evolved so rapidly with the fruit, that we soon began to be seen as a threat to the "Them" on the surface. The Fruit just pops up all over Fluf-World as we need it. It's rich and filling, it gives us vigour and fluffs us. We smelled the danger for many decades, just a hint now and then. A tingle in the tunnels, a bunny born upside down, born the wrong way round. We ignored the menace, donned rarities and partied. We gorged and listened to the old poems of peace. 'Down in the underground You'll find someone true Down in the underground; A land serene; A crystal moon" The "Them" came to invade our lives our burrows our order. Across the planet and through the underworlrd the Mycellium cryed out to us. It emplored us to gather our fluf and find new woods, new worlds. We are the guardians of the Mycellium the whisperer of life, the Network that came before and goes ahead. Where there is Mycellium there is a bun dance. We had just enough warning for The Big Exodus. Some stayed to battle. Some bounced away. Some nodded their heads and glared. Others... saw the future and went insane. I took charge of the Fleet. The fleet of hope, of life and dreams. The fleet that carries the Spores Of Sustanence. We left in a hurry, there was no time to set a course. We left, guided by the all connecting Mycellium. I think my s***eship knows which way to go, I feel the great network alongside, tinkling the tin, shepherding us to our new start.
