(…a story in pictures. Images are linked to larger versions which show up in lightbox on the site.)
Once upon a time there were far fewer Cthulhus in my apartment. It was December and a snowstorm hit Metropolis, leaving me to find indoor ways to occupy my Saturday. I was merrily cooking meals for the week when the Cthulhus escaped from their holding bag and began stalking my stuffed bunny, Fiver.
A dozen Cthulhus surrounded the poor terrified bunny. His shrieks of terror rang out over the sound of my iPod and I hurried to the scene.
“Look into our woolly faces of madness and despair, oh floppy-eared one.”
The largest Cthulhu in the pack (I made him using a bigger crochet hook) prepared to leap from his perch and devour Fiver’s delicious brainsssss…
The waiting Cthulhus gibbered in anticipation…
There was no escape for the terrified bunny. His shrieks nearly shattered my ear drums, but the Cthulhus only gibbered more excitedly.
But the tiny Cthulhus, intent on their prey, had not heard the teddy bears sneak up behind them.
Pouncing and swatting, Augustus and Daschell came to Fiver’s aid and left the menace of Cthulhus in a disoriented daze.
“No!!” shrieked the eldest (and apparently blurriest) of those hideous elder gods. “Those sweet sweet brains are mine to nom!”
He pounced on Daschell, the larger of the bears, whose brain would presumably also be the larger and, he hoped, the tenderer.
But Daschell was too quick for him and brought the smaller beast down, growling as he closed his teeth around the Cthulhu’s throat and shook it.
At this point, I had to intervene before anyone actually got eaten. I sat down with the bunny on my lap and addressed the crowd of Cthulhus. “Bunnies are friends, not food.” I could only pray that they believed me.
Fiver forgave the Cthulhus and we closed the lecture with a group hug.
….yet a prickle of fear went down my spine as I felt a set of tiny jaws nomming on my arm.