Fluff and nonsense. The seed of a lovely but tragic idea

Lots of cattail seeds blowing in the wind at the moment; I've been cycling through clouds of them waltzing on the breeze.

The Wind steers the fate of dust bunnies but also many plants. These are dependent on The Wind for airborne seed dispersal and this notion has inspired a couple of dust bunny related ideas, one of my favourites being the demise of Cotton, a young lightweight kitchen bunny.

As it ever was, The Wind is both Cotton's creator and destroyer - only for this particular dust bunny The Wind deploys deceitful but beautiful agents as the alluring instruments of Cotton's demise.

They're like the corps de ballet ballet in their tutus, afloat en pointe.

Their delicacy captivates Cotton and whisk him away....

Cotton, a tea towel dust bunny, thought the down seeds dancing in the sun were just the prettiest things he ever did see.
Twirling and tipping, spinning and jostling, the down seeds were nothing like the samey old lumps of tea towel, dishcloth, packaging and paper towels usually seen moping around the kitchen, heavy with airborne fat, decorated with dirt and scrapings.
The down seed threads were slender, elegant, straight and true. In the sunshine they shone, in the air they danced and, as they settled, they held out their symmetrical filaments to him and Cotton was helpless.

Bedazzled, he rolled into their midst, but cared not.
They gathered closely all around him, mute, gentle and soft and started to sway. Surrounded by beauty, Cotton felt the weight leave his threads and could feel himself being pulled upwards into the blue.
It was only after seeing the kitchen door go by that Cotton was shaken from his ecstatic reverie. Suddenly very attentive to his surroundings, Cotton saw the door shrink below and behind him.
Fearful and amazed, he realised he was looking down at the windows, roof and chimney of the entire dust bunny domain; the whole house, so big, yet shrinking.

As the down seeds carried him higher, he could see gardens now, lots of them; a blanket of green jungles full of mystery, home to the mindless indifferent insects that occasionally would ravage a dust bunny enclave.
Cotton’s gaze went beyond the greenery of the retreating gardens and, as he rose higher, was granted a vision stretching far across rooftops and gardens, houses, trees and roads. Above and around him now was the sky.

It was quiet up here. Not a sound from the down seed. Everything below looked so small. The biggest thing Cotton could see was the horizon line, where the land met the sky. No humble tea towel dust bunny had ever conceived of such a thing, let alone seen it for themselves.
His world expanding with his altitude, Cotton was spun around in his cage of down seed and he saw there was a horizon everywhere in a vast circle around him.
Beyond that, who knew what? Cotton couldn’t wait to get back and tell every bunny in the house about this.

Read a few of the early chapters of Rayon the dust bunny and a vacuum abhorred.