Funibuni at gate of the new world!

The road took them to a big gate, and as they reached it the road stopped rolling so suddenly that the silence the hushing loud whisper of that yellow sand left lingering in the air as it paused, was the intensive kind. The kind of silence that is more silent than noise is loud.
The gate was big and said ‘BuldigeR HamU’ on the top, in big letters carved from wood and covered by moss and a strong feel of Oldness. They all stared at it for a while as the big trees around them started to whistle quietly, in that low, ominious voice they had when the wind was lazy.
Funibuni felt the fur in the back of his neck rise, he shivered a bit. He thought about Hamu- Hamu- World and Buldigerhamu and was wildly astonished about the fact that he, Funibuni, a streetbear from Hamu- Hamu- World, was at the Buldigerhamu gate heading forward. He had never thought of coming here. He had never thought of going anywhere from the place, come on, he was a hamuhamuian, and hamuhamuians didn’t do travelling.
What was he doing here?
He felt confused and…scared.
He looked at Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear, the bear who stared at the big plate-like things up on each side of the gate, the bear with funny ears.
- Yeah, he thought, I remember a time when things were that simple…I used to look at that Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear and all I thought was that he had funny ears…and suddenly he realised that he didn’t see that anymore. Nuh, he saw…he saw the bear differently. He looked at him now and saw a ninja brother, a bear who was always getting sick and dying, a bear who answered his randomest questions and a bear who was so familiar to his eyes that it was like looking in a mirror or something. Or more, sometimes when he did see a raflection of his own, pale face smewhere he was almost surprised because the picture did not having funny ears. Do you guys know what I mean? It felt like the bear was…some kind of unseparetable part of all existance. Like the sun and the street and the mountains – there was always sun, street and mountains, and there was always Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear.
For some strange reason that made him feel all right, now at the gate of this unknown world that only rumours and strange stories told about.

the Yellow Roller Road!!!

First thing they saw on their way down the valley of Buldigerhamu, was a strange square little block lying on the street. It was exactly in the middle of the road, and it was a hazy shade of green, rounded from the edges.
For Hunikko-Bunikko-Bears surprise the dj (who had relatives…!) stopped and smiled. and said hello to the box.
All the other bears stared at him. He smiled politely and made a myzzie greeting gesture.
At the box.
The streetbears glanced at each other and frowned a bit sorrowfully. This freak of a bear was loosing it, wasn’t he?
But here, my friends, the buldigerhamuian surrealism hits our story, big time!

The box opened a pair of slightly unfocused eyes and smiled.
And got to its feet and yawned and -
POW!
It was gone.
- Come on, said dj Griffin-Bear happily and walked on. Polar-Bear followed him quite
Wide- eyed and interested, the streetbears followed the others. And suddenly something happened to the yellowish sandy road…right under their feet, the sand started rolling.
Yeah, that’s what im telling you. Rolling.
Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear and Funibuni were instantly thrown off their feet.
- What! yelped one of them, could have been one or another, because both definitely had a reason to be surprised.
- Oh, mates, I forgot to warn ye about the Yellow Roller Road! said Dj Griffin-Bear, and it was funny because he hadn’t been talking to them since they had left the mountain, but now he seemed just as relaxed as he had been in the myzz- caves.
- The yellow roller road? said Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear, looking at the moving sand, not quite sure what to think of it. Or he was, he thought it was all sick and wrong.
It was glowing yellow light now and moved tickling around his body, hushing quietly at his feet.
- What is this? asked Funibuni.
- Get up, guys, and you’ll see how it works, they heard polar-Bears voice colling from the distance. There was no way he could have walked that far in a few seconds’ time! But his white figure was half a mile away already!
And that was exactly how it worked.
They got up and started walking. And the view flew past them like a moving picture and although that was strange and horrible in every ways, noticed Funibuni that it was also a bit fun.
He tried to keep focused and not to trip over again, but he did, twice.
Not as pathetic as Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear, who kept falling and fell about 9 times and then everyone got tired on counting and just looked at him a bit worried about his balance. Imagine that he was a ninja after all
- It’s the bloody ear-thing, messing up my head, he claimed.
- Yeah, right, clumsy- paws, grinned Funibuni

Living boxes??? Self-moving raods??? Sounds pretty sick!

the reminiscing dj!

Dj Griffin-Bear took a moment to stand next to the oh so familiar ‘Buldigerhamu’- sign. He felt safe at laest. He looked around smiling a relieved and a bit reminiscing smile. How many times had the much smaller and quite annoying little Griffin-Bear been standing here, up on the end of the road, dreaming of new, amazing places and adventures to come.
And he thought of the day that he had left, small, earphoneless, little, full of expectations. Full of dreams.
And oh, had those dreams come true!
He was a dj now, just like he had wished. He had seen the miracles of the Hamu-hamu-world, met the bears, been to the hoods, got the fame, lived the life, played the beats, known the caves…and mastered the kusari-kama as well as the art of myzz, he’d been a ninja…
He thought about this for a bit and then he thought: - I did it!
And now he was back again.
Back to Buldigerhamu.
That felt surprisingly good.
He smiled and thought: -Old school!
And smiled a bit more.
He felt…kinda…home. Not that he didn’t feel at home in the funny reality of Hamu-hamu-world, but this was diffirent. He felt like there was nothing to be afraid of, that it was all sound. He looked at the streeties, the puzzled, fearfull expressions on their pale, pale faces. - Poor hamu-hamuian streeties, he thought to himself. This was gonna fuck their heads!

lyrics, Smallers, collapsing and the end of the journey!

‘Buldigerhamu, Buldigerhamu!’
The words to a song say.
They also say:
‘Don’t be afraid/
There’s nothing much to fear/
Exept for a couple things/
But hey, that’s all right!’
(this is an interesting example of ‘lyrics’, strangely yelled words to a musical tune. )

Now Buldigerhamu is one of the old Dream Worlds. It lays in an ideal position in the firm protection of the Mountain Bear and the ‘Smallers’, a round line of ‘little’ mountains.
And all the way past them, at the root of this impressive mountainline, tracked our heroes. They saw many amazing things, like insencts, and trees with tube- shaped leaves so that they whistled gently in the wind. The journey took them days and days (and nights of course) and they got tired and thirsty and weakened. And Polar-Bear told them stories to keep their spirits up but it was still pretty tough.
Then one day Funibuni finally collapsed on the ground and Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear, whos ears looked pretty bad for he had catched a ‘jungle bug’ in them, collapsed as well, as if inspired by his streetie companion.
- I’m not takin one fucking step anymore! he said when Polar-Bear walked over to check if he was alive.
Polar-Bear said something but the ear-thing was quite bad, as I said, and Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear didnt hear a word. The big, white bear shook him by the shoulders, talking, with furious enthusiasm, pointing to the direction they were going with his mitten.
- what! I cannot hear ye, bear! ‘n I aint movin'! mumbled Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear.
The Polar-Bear looked puzzled, then talked with the dj for a moment and walked away. In a minute he came back, shaking a new, gleaming polaroid picture in his hand. Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear looked at it suspiciously.
And it was a picture of a valley.
And a yellowish road to the valley.
And at the side of the road was a sign, saying:
‘Buldigerhamu! this way’
And suddenly Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear heard again – the warming thought of possible tea- drinking and rest was so strong that he seemed to feel better already.
- ...around the corner, see! Can’t give up now!
Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear sat up and saw Funibuni standing behind him, looking pale and ill, but standing all right.
- We’re there?
- Yep, said Polar-Bear.

the not so adventurous streeties!

Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear and Funibuni were walking behind the Polar-Bears happily striding figure. The walking was a bit boring after a while.
- My ears don’t feel rigt, said Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear.
- Oh, shit, not again! answered Funibuni sounding a bit annoyed, but actually he was worried. Was this bear going to die again?
Always dying.
- What? I think im losing my hearing, said Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear, frowning.
- Well I hope you wont.
- And I hope you wont die either, he thought in his head. – Cos it wasn’t that much fun. And he shivered at the thought, the image of the cold, misty parking lot of death haunting him at the background of his mind.
- So…Buldigerhamu, said Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear and made a face, a bit scared, a bit confused and a bit freaked out.
Funibuni didn’t know what to think of it either.
- Yeah, Buldigerhamu, he repeated finally.
- I’ve heard they call it ‘the upside down world’, said Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear.
- What?
- The upside down place.
- So…do ye think everything will be upside down there, then?
- Well, that’s what I’ve heard.
- Fucking hell…so, will the sky be on the ground? And the ground in the sky?
- I really don’t know. But apparently normal laws of nature don’t work there like in Hamu- hamu- world. But that can also be nuthen’ but rumours.
Funibuni thought about this for a while.
- Well, he said then. – We’ll see it with our own eyes in a bit.
A comment that could have been a cheerful one and packed with exitement, if said by the Polar-Bear, for example, was stripped off all feelings. Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear knew how Funibuni felt. He didn’t exactly feel like another adventure either. And now that he thought of it, he had been thrown into a few too many adventures against his will this far.

poor Hunikko-Bunikko-Bear! Poor Funibuni! our heroes, tired on adventuring!!!! well, what can you do. I’m sure putting them throuhg another one like an evilous god!

thoughts of the myzzie!

Their pathway led them into an ancient forest who’s trees were taller than sky itself, or so it seemed when ye saw them from a not too tall bears point of view. The massive, sky- scraping Old Bears Head started to slowly change as they walked towards it, to melt into another shape.
The sky was dark that day, dark like it was impatient to turn into another night already. Shadows were deep and the moss in them glimmering darkest green you could ever imagine. All the little flying fluffy pieces of dust were catch by the unpredictably appearing faint sunlight around the rather quiet and determinately walking lot.
Dj Griffin-Bear was deep in his toughs, yet continuously alert. His mind wandered in his past, caressed the warm though of seeing all his goody good bears down there, went back to blaming himself of the stupid reveal of it to the racist streetbears. Then he started, again, to dwell in this tragedy of his hidden past, suppressed deep in to the memory’s safe hands, out of sight, out of ever even mentioning. He had never spoken about it aloud outside of Buldigerhamu before this dumb incident.
I mean, most of his fellow myzzies knew he was from Buldigerhamu – a fact that gave a myzz-bear a nice add to his dj- credibility, cos all the first old school djs came from the place. And his closest myzzie-bears knew he has some…family back there. He didn’t quite understand the whole thing about having or not having relatives, but understanding wasn’t always necessary for surviving. He never talked much about Buldigerhamu in Hamu-hamu-world (for the obvious reason), and he didn’t have to bother to think about it much, either. The underground community he lived in was tight and family- like anyway, and what about the ‘brotherhood’ of ninja-bears? They seemed to have no problem calling themselves ‘brothers’ all the time in secret, but a real- life one freaked them out big time.

Oh, the unfairness of it all!

it's deady!

the terrible teddy! or, its him as an alien.
anyweez, he's me new dreamboy. Ah! so evil!

what can ye say about Buldigerhamu

So started the long and winding walk down the mountainside, towards Buldigerhamu.

Now, you hear a lot of disturbing, mind-wildering and just strange things about Buldigerhamu. Some of them are true, some just really too unimaginative for actually coming as near as almost true in Buldigerhamu.
The place we are talking about now is quite hard to explain. I’ve tried it before, just to explain it to myself but never quite written it down properly.Just dont know where to start... Buldigerhamu is, ye see, really interesting place.

Strange, yes, but still intriguing.

You’ve heard of Hamu-hamu-world and its weird and surreal qualities and got used to that. And I gotta say, ppl, that what ye’re gonna hear about might make you a bit confused and a bit astonished.