Rabbit Tales
Rabbit Tales is an organization from theDisney Parks.
History[]
Background[]
Rabbit Tales is a newspaper company in the state of Georgia, that would talk aboutSplash Mountain on the news.
Story[]
Guests Plunged 52 Feet Wind Up In Briar Patch[]
Towering up and above everything hereabouts is Splash Mountain. Used to be that once upon a time, when most of us were still critlins, Splash Mountain was calledChick-A-Pin Hill. But that was then and back before a moonshining raccoon namedRackety, made a slight, but potent error. While mixing an experimental batch of brew, his juice producing still ended up being blown sky high. Many who were there at the time speculated that it was an overabundance of blueberries that caused the disaster.
This was unfortunate, not only for Rackety, but for the industriousBeaver Brothers, who had recently finished construction on their new dam. Unknown to the Beaver Brothers, Rackety had built his juice still in the woods that backed up to their dam at the high end of the foothills. When it still exploded, the beaver dam burst forth, and all the water it was holding back, flooded the thousands ofburrows, holes, andtunnels that crisscrossed the inside of Chick-A-Pin Hill. From that time on, all the critters round here couldn't help but call this place Splash Mountain.
Now days,Br'er Rabbit's been living in aBriar Patch, deep in the heart of Splash Mountain. And not so long ago, old Br'er Rabbit rook it into his head that if he'd just up and leave his troubles behind, as well.Mr. Bluebird, and all of the other critters who inhabit Splash Mountain tried to warn the happy-go-lucky hare that moving away from home, didn't mean getting away from trouble. And sure enough, as soon asBr'er Fox andBr'er Bear got wind that Br'er Rabbit was leaving his briar patch and setting out for an adventure, they decided to set a trap and catch him. Luckily for Br'er Rabbit, he was able to trick Br'er Bear into springing Br'er Fox's hastily devised rabbit trap.
This made Br'er Fox so furious that Br'er Rabbit decided to play another trick on the two, and eh began to tell them about a secret "laughing place" that only he knew about. Sure enough, Br'er Bear and Br'er Fox followed that rabbit right to the foot of a twin oak tree. And with Br'er Fox pushing and shoving, Br'er Bear was able to climb all the way up and look down into the hollow of those two trees. But instead of finding a laughing place, all Br'er Bear found washoney bees. Suddenly, the rotted old tree gave away with a snap and pitched Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear into darkened, water-filledcavern, buzzing with hundreds of angry bees.
Br'er Rabbit laughed and laughed at the joke he'd played on the two scoundrels. In fact, he laughed so hard that all of the other critters started laughing and singing, and before long, that underground water cavern actually turned into Br'er Rabbit's laughing place. Unfortunately, for Br'er Rabbit, however, he tended to laugh just a little too long at his own joke, and before he knew what has happening, Br'er Fox snuck up behind him and plopped a sticky honey hive over his head.
Br'er Rabbit was dragged by the ears, up to the top of Chick-A-Pin Hill, where Br'er Fox's lair was hidden in a hallowed log, that jutted over the mighty Splash Mountain waterfall. Br'er Fox threatened to skin Br'er Rabbit, and then to roast him, and eat him. But thinking quickly, Br'er Rabbit told Br'er Fox to go ahead and do anything with him he wanted, so long as he didn't throw him over the waterfall and into the briar patch. Slow witted Br'er Bear, liked the idea, and decided that flinging Br'er Rabbit into the briar patch was the best thing to be done. Br'er Fox tried to prevent him, and in the struggle, all three went over the falls and into the briar patch. The briar patch, is of course, Br'er Rabbit's home sweet home.
All of the critters hereabouts turned out to congratulate clever Br'er Rabbit on having gotten away once again. And while Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear tried unsuccessfully to untangle themselves from the sharp, prickly briars, Br'er Rabbit promised his friends that once and for all he had learned his lesson about leaving home, and that he is now there to stay forever and ever at least until the urge to go adventuring strikes him once again.
The unfortunate news we have to report today, however, is that human-type critters have now been seen using hollowed-out logs to plunge over Splash Mountains roaring waterfall, and then splashing uninvited into Br'er Rabbit's briar patch homestead located far down below. So far as we know, the human critters have caused no more serious problems than disturbing the peace with their screams.
Our reporters will continue to keep an eagle eye on the situation and report any undue incidents in the next issue of Critter Tales.Br'er Owl has loved all his life in the vicinity of Splash Mountain. He was, in fact, born and bred in the heart of Splash Mountain. His home is located deep inside the mountain, in a place called Tall Tale Tunnel. It can be said of Br'er Owl, as it can be said of many critters of stretching the truth somewhat. Perhaps that, and not the cave's size, is why his home is called as it is. But if ever there's any one critter in all ofthis country, that knows the comings and goings of those who live in and know about Splash Mountain, he's the one that knows what's what.
"Of course, this place wasn't always called Splash Mountain," Br'er Owl hastens to tell just about anyone who'll stop long enough to listen, "It used to go by the name of Chick-A-Pin Hill, and some folks still call it that...but then Rackety's raccoon still went and blew up. Since it (it being the still) was sitting in front of the Beaver Brother's dam, and the dam was sitting in front of Chick-A-Pin Hill...well, this place just sort of got itself flooded. So we critters, mostly Br'er Rabbit, I guess, started calling it Splash Mountain. Because mostly, splashing around in a flume of water is what you end up doing you're inside."
Then, Br'er Owl will ruffle his feathers about some, and if there's still one little critter left sitting in front of his hollowed out old root, the place he calls home, then Br'er Owl will start in to spinning his favorite yarn about his most favorite character in the whole wide world. That being Br'er Rabbit, of course.
"What you call this place don't make much never mind." Br'er Owl scoffs, sort of uppity-like, "because the point is, what's likely to happen if you go on down deep inside of Splash Mountain is to find Br'er Rabbit having one of his typical zip-a-dee-doo-dah adventures." Br'er Owl likes to hear that.
