Be a Bunny Frances: An Intervention.

Dear Frances,

I remember when you were just a puffy little cloud. You kind of looked like a pear. Not homely in any manner …just unique. A pear cloud happily dancing a pear-like dance over the east Atlantic. Remember those dreams of being ready to join the other happy clouds as you traveled on the wind currents of the world? But something happened…didn’t it Frances? The other clouds said something mean … didn’t they Frances? They weren’t nice to pear shaped clouds like you were they?

You took a wrong turn, just to show them that pear shaped clouds are powerful too. But quickly you found that you couldn’t stop. Getting mixed up with those thermal up drafts and the lure of sensuous open 84+ degree waters … they just led you on. “Here Frances…show ‘em Frances!” They hooked you on an increasing lust for power. It just wasn’t enough to be a happy freaky pear shaped cloud anymore. You became euphoric in becoming a swirling harbinger of doom. You are addicted to power… aren’t you Frances?

Yes, I think you are.

You said, “Well, Bonnie and Charley got to go for a ride…why not me? why not me?!” I hear your pain behind the laughter Frances but I am afraid it may be to late. Yes, Frances you are spiraling out of control no matter how well your eye-wall develops. Sure it’s all peaceful and serene in the center of your life…but that whale that just flew past at 180 mph…I don’t think he is having a good day. Life is more than you Frances.

::: sniffle ::: How I miss that freaky dancing pear shaped cloud. ::: sob :::

Don’t deny it Frances. You will lose power at some point. The question you must ask yourself is…when you do crash and burn…how many people are you going to take down with you? Charley? Look at what happened to him. He has as much oomph as a cheap $9 humidifier on sale a Wal Mart. Now, he is just a burned out low pressure system that has lost his way. Where are the thermal up drafts now Charley? Is the water cold Charley? BITTER cold … Charley!? Gaston? Heck he got strung out over 300 miles and the other storm systems just shook their heads in disgust. Frances, at least your sister Hermine made the right decision and changed the course of her life. She isn’t doing the negative attention seeking thing anymore and is now a recovering puffy cloud bringing smiles to naval fleets over the Atlantic. They even say she sort of looks like a bunny.

Don’t you want to be a bunny Frances? A bunny instead of a howling nightmare of cataclysmic doom? Stop flinging around sea faring animals, stop threatening land … you aren’t proving a thing. By embracing your inner fair weather center you will find your happy place. You want to find your happy place… don’t you? I think you do Frances. Be a bunny Frances.

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