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Snowy by C. E. Ayr
My name is Petal.
I have a little black bunny.
Her name is Snowy.
Mummy says that’s a funny name for a black bunny, but my last bunny was called Snowy, and I cried for years and years when she died.
So this one’s Snowy too.
I’m worried about Snowy today.
She’s not eating anything.
That’s a shame, because I tried so hard to make her happy.
I thought she looked a bit sad this morning, so I took her to Mummy’s little workroom.
We found some very pretty pink thread.
And I sewed her a lovely new smile.
In the Rabbit Hole by Norah Colvin
Edward completed every form, followed all protocols, even smiled sweetly at bully boss bunny; but his request for leave was denied.
“When numbers ease,” his supervisor promised.
“If ever,” muttered Edward. The monotony was as overwhelming as the numbers that increased exponentially. Who said rabbits multiplied quickly? If only they’d find another burrow to tumble into.
Edward recorded the unremarkably similar responses without enthusiasm.
“What brought you here? Where did you begin? Did you find what you wanted? What do you want now?”
“Out of this rabbit hole.”
“No more than I. Close all tabs. Start over. Next!”
Bunny Rage by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
It was the constant munching and twittering that did it. He had tolerated it for as long as he had been able to, he thought. He’d been driven past any human’s endurance and felt no remorse, now. Many times he had politely asked her to move her menagerie of bunnies, but she had ignored his requests
He lifted the heavy lid of the cast iron pot. Waves of savory scented steam rose from the bubbling brew, his stomach rumbled in anticipation. He added herbs, a few more spices, stirred and returned the lid, heat wafting from the big top.
The Hunt by sweeterthannothing
“You better run little bunny” he rasped in her ear before pushing her through the cabin door.
Amanda staggered, stumbled, crashed to her knees and rose again. She would not be broken.
“This rabbit is stronger than you think” she spat through gritted teeth before disappearing into the trees. If he wanted a hunt, she would give him one.
As soon as she was out of sight she paused, held her breath and listened, hearing him crash through the undergrowth some way away she took her chance, scaling a tree she perched in the canopy and bided her time.
Rabbits and Tea Parties by KL Caley
Alice enjoyed afternoon tea with her aunt. She was a tough woman, disliked by many, but she had a liking for tea, cards and croquet. Even the cat looked amused when Alice visited, although he often disappeared when she went looking for him.
Alice’s second cousin appeared one afternoon with a gift. Alice crept towards the cage. Peering out at her was a large White Rabbit. Her Aunt was not amused and began to shout. So as fast as she could Alice hurried home for the day. That night she began to dream the strangest of dreams.
Rabbits by Joanne Fisher
Jess and Cindy went through the portal. They walked among tall trees, always staying on the path. Once it got dark, they made a campsite while watching the sky above them.
“The stars are so bright!” Jess stated.
“And they’re different from home.” Cindy remarked.
“How big is Faerie? Does it go on forever?”
“No idea.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms. A family of rabbits came out of the bushes and regarded them.
“Humans? In Faerie? How strange.” Said one rabbit.
“They’re both females too.” Said another. They watched them a bit longer and then hopped away.
Real-life Snow White by Kerry E.B. Black
Like a Disney Princess, Mom befriended woodland creatures.
I told classmates of this wonder, but they disbelieved. “Sure,” one insisted. “And you have a pony who follows you, too.”
The injustice! A pony at the riding stable where I volunteered did follow me when I called her! Although I couldn’t take her to the stable to prove this, I could bring the scoffer home to marvel at Mom’s friendships.
We shushed as we approached, tiptoed, hunched together.
Mom sat on the front step, feeding a carrot to a darling rabbit who nibbled with thoughtful watchfulness.
“Told you,” I whispered.
Aloysius’s Wish by Nancy Brady
One afternoon Aloysius, the white cat, discovered some rabbits in the garden eating lettuce and carrots. When they saw him, they ran. Actually, they hopped away quickly.
Aloysius was impressed. He could run, but could he hop like them? The rabbits’ back legs looked similar to his back legs. He tried and tried to hop, but he couldn’t. Aloysius’s muscles allowed him to jump, but he couldn’t hop like rabbits, which were nibbling on clover.
Aloysius knew the clover helped him once before, and he wished to hop. He found he could hop if he was standing in clover.
Page by D. Avery
“Are you a hunter?”
She’d noticed me looking at tracks in the red sand. She noticed my interest in the sparse plants.
“That one we made soap from.”
She’d led us through the slot canyon. Now we walked in a sandy gully, a wash, the path water would take, should it rain hard. The carved walls of the slot canyons hold ancient stories of fast water.
Another plant. “That one the rabbits like.”
The sixty year old lake that brings people like me to this place is drying up.
“I remember,” she said, “When all we ate was rabbits.”
Rabid…No, I mean Rapids….No, Damn it, What I’m Trying to Say is…RABBITS! by Bill Engleson*
“Lovely day for a drive. Good idea.”
“We’re both stressed and need a break. Check out this countryside.”
“So peaceful. And look Paul, over there…a family of rabbits.”
“More than a family, I’d say. A damn convention.”
“You’re right. There’s quite a few of them in that field. How far away would you say they are?”
“Hard to say…but they’re bouncing this way…”
“And quickly…goodness, Paul, maybe it’s my eyes but don’t they seem…”
“HUGE! Yes. My God, it’s like that Janet Leigh movie…”
“No…the one about the giant rabbits…”
“Yeah. Maybe. Let’s get outta here.”
*A Flash Homage to the 1972 film, Night of the Lepus, based on the novel, Night of the Angry Rabbit, which I hope to read one day.
There’s a Rabbit Off Somewhere* by Anne Goodwin
They claim we don’t have funds for a nurses’ pay rise. They claim we can’t afford to prevent kids being too hungry to learn. Yet this isn’t a banana republic; it’s one of the richest countries in the world.
Perhaps they’re lying when they say we’re in this together. We all have to cut back. Shamming when they wring their hands at food banks, at shelters for those unable to heat their homes.
Or is it something worse?
I didn’t vote for this reverse Robin Hood government. Yet still they take my taxes to fatten and flatter their friends.
*A Geordie expression for something fishy going on.
At It by Geoff Le Pard
Warren MacGregor spent thirty years establishing his rabbit farm at Little Tittweaking. Each success led to a setback: a spate of foot amputations for the lucky charms’ market; the mass desertion seeking seeking parts in a live adaptation of Watership Down; Bunny Builder’s campaign to instal a human proof fence to keep Warren out; and the myxomatosis outbreak leaving only one pair unculled. To most, Warren’s dreams must be over. He remained sanguine. After all, he said, ‘Rabbits breed like, erm rabbits and, anyway, with any rabbit farm there’s always the risk it will be, Hare today, gone tomorrow.’
Hullo, Rabbit! by Chel Owens
Skyford sniffed and stood, his haunches holding his readied weight. It was a powerful thing, to be a rabbit: one could spring away, avoid detection, or squeeze beneath a barbed fence.
He barely twitched when Neumann padded to his side. A whisker moved as Suphia straightened near his foot. Skyford cocked his enviable ears, hearing rabbit after rabbit join their ranks amidst the cabbage patch.
So many men had teased with the expression, “Breed like rabbits.” Skyford’s face hardened into a leer. Today, man would change his aphorisms. Today, man would realize what purpose rabbits had been breeding for.
The Rabbit by Ann Edall-Robson
Her eyes focussed on the storm coming towards her. She had to check the cows before it hit.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
Heart pounding, she glanced around. Her peripheral vision caught sight of a rabbit near the fence.
“It’s going to be a bad storm.”
Her mind raced. Was it her imagination, the wind, or the rabbit talking to her?
“Tell me something I don’t already know!”
Pain ripped through her body when the cow hit her.
“Got any wise words now, rabbit?” She screamed as consciousness slipped away.
“Help’s coming,” were the last words she heard from…
Went to the Zoo Today by Miss Judy
Visited the zoo today.
So many animals. Big, small, tall, short, standing, sitting, lying, flying.
Momma Elephant, two babes teetered beside.
A giraffe craned his neck to grab a leaf.
Lions, tigers, bears, elk, deer.
We giggled at penguins playing in their pool.
Spied the illusive snow leopard sleeping on a rocky shelf.
Creepy crawly slithering reptiles, Oh My!
Brightly colored birds sang their songs.
On the farm: goats, pigs, chickens, ducks, on a horse we got a ride.
My most favorite of all, the sweetest, fluffiest Rabbits, Angora they were called.
Such fun, a visit to the zoo!
A Rabbit With a Pocket Watch by Sadje
Alice in wonderland was perhaps one of the first classic books that I read. I think I was in grade 6. This book belonged to my late mother. John Tenniel wood-engraved 42 illustrations for the book.
The rabbit with his pocket watch and waistcoat was one of the first sketches that captured my imagination.
This Victorian-era book made me fall in love with classic literature and my love of reading deepened. We always had lots of books in our library and many classics resided there. I’m glad that my passion for reading was passed on to my daughters, and grandchildren.
Inspirational Bonding? by JulesPaige
Those cold stone faces
For the new recruits
Gertie screened all the new volunteers in the same way. Men and women alike. She had to know if they would be compatible and empathic. First they had to help with the angora rabbits. That was one of the ways Gertie raised her funds.
Gertie also placed new folks in different museum positions. They needed to be trusted to carry and pass information in her network.
Jane wanted to help Emme. Gertie brought home a rabbit to help them bond over its care.
The Year of the Rabbit by Mr. Ohh!
My daughter needed a pet to calm her anxiety. She chose of all things a rabbit. Much to my chagrin we picked out a slow-moving large female, thinking she would be easy to bond with. We did not know how much bonding she had already done.
Rabbits aren’t supposed to get fat we were told, so we took the lady to the vet. It seems when we got her. she was with liter, but the heartbeats were undetectable. My daughter was ecstatic.
In two more weeks. I was the less-than-proud owner of six bunnies. Now I have the anxiety
Foolish Decision by Elizabeth
Two little sisters were in need of a pet.
Papa, may we have a puppy? Too much barking! Papa, may we have a kitten? Too many claws.
The girls were sad, and papa was worried. Which pet would be convenient for all? Bunnies! Two of them, the girls are happy and PomPom and Fluffy are growing each day, one black and the other white.
The girls are all smiles as the months go by. Suddenly one day: Papa, the TV isn’t working. Papa, the phone isn’t working. Papa, the refrigerator is warm… Girls, what are the rabbits chewing on?
Bad Dog by Sue Spitulnik
Tessa was babysitting Emma and when Lexi arrived to pick her up, she found the toddle sitting on the porch pouting. Emma said, “Wanna go home. Jester’s mean.”
Lexi went inside and asked what the dog had done.
“We were watching a rabbit in the yard, then Jester saw it too and asked to go out. Without thinking I opened the door and he chased the rabbit into the field.”
“That’s all? She’s acting like it was more than that.”
“I explained he didn’t hurt it, but that didn’t help.”
“If it were a squirrel she would have laughed.”
Bunny Love by jenne49
Susie is my bunny. She lives in a hutch. I play with her and we tell each other stories. She knows about Cinderella and Prince Charming and she says a handsome boy bunny is going to come and set her free. They’re going to live in a burrow on the meadow. My mum says this is all my imagination.
Today mum looks very sad. She says somebody left the hutch open and Susie has run away. But I’m not sad. I can’t wait to get to the meadow and see the burrow. I told mum it wasn’t my imagination!
Fairy-tales of Cottontails by Nicole Horlings
Hidden within a copse of evergreens, nestled between the cornfield and the quiet front yard sheltered by a tall lilac hedge, the rabbits had entrenched themselves in the local folklore. Kindred spirits with the fairies, they snacked on dandelions and mushrooms. Alike to cryptids, they would allow themselves to be seen, but disappear the moment a camera appeared. Stories circulated about their presence, yet visitors left in vain without a sighting. Upon nights when fresh snow dusted the ground, they danced beneath the moon, their tracks a fleeting tribute to the tales of wonder told about their mysterious lives.
Year of the Rabbit by Hugh W. Roberts
As she carefully avoided stepping into any blood on the blood-splattered, white-tiled floor, she thought she’d ask the question again.
“So nobody was here at the time of the murder?”
“Not according to the CCTV footage from outside the room. The murder occurred six to eight hours ago, and nobody came in or out until Professor Doebuck discovered the body.
“Inspector. Hop to it! Bring the forensics out here now, please,” yelled her boss.
Nobody noticed the unlocked door to the cage containing a new rabbit breed as they left the animal-testing laboratory.
The case, now closed, remains unsolved.
The Temptation of Rabbi T. by Doug Jacquier
Rabbi Tannenbaum trudged through the snow and knifing winds until he saw the diner. Inside, he was greeted by an older blonde woman.
‘Cold enough for ya?’ she said, her face rigid, her eyes taking in the yarmulke.
‘Could I get something to eat, please?’
‘Ain’t had no supplies in 2 weeks. How ‘bout a toasted ham or bacon sandwich.’
‘I just made a pie for my husband, Pastor Schicklgruber. We got lucky. Caught a big rabbit in one of the traps last night.’
‘Can I just have coffee?’
‘Kosher can’, she said, her eyes daring him.
Rabbits by Colleen M. Chesebro
“Look,” whispered Luna.
“Hilda’s going to address the Coven,” answered Faeryn. “Shhh…”
All eyes turned toward Hilda.
“Witches, may I have your attention? I’m here to explain how one of my spells injured a human.”
“My familiar is a rabbit, the symbol of fertility. I can’t stop them from multiplying. Weeks ago, I cast a spell to stop the rabbits from copulating so often. Instead, the spell affected a human man. He will never be the same.”
Hilda coughed. “I have Covidwitchitus.”
Surprised gasps filled the room.
Each time Hilda coughed, another rabbit appeared.
It was a hare-raising experience!
Superstition by Jenny Logan
“Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits,” we’d always say on the first of the month. My father was raised in a fishing community and they are as superstitious a bunch as anybody. I suppose it’s a way to feel in control of one’s environment.
I no longer dread Friday 13th , a broken mirror, ladders or wonder if I did laundry on the wrong day when a sailor drowns at sea. It’s not all about me? It’s quite freeing to pass salt hand to hand and not feel responsible for the world’s ills.
I look for blessings and not curses these days.
Follow 2 by Liz Husebye Hartmann
They stepped through the stained glass window, of course! He was awfully cute, and his weird ideas always led them to amazing adventures. What chance that this portal to another world might lead them into trouble this time?
He grabbed her hand and they stepped out onto a ledge, in the middle of a field of fragrant grasses. The ground rumbled, and both tumbled, and rolled down the hill, like famed Jack and Jill.
His lederhosen and her sweet dirndl had replaced their grubby jeans and T-shirts. The portal winked out. Behind them, the red-eyed rabbits began to gather.
Meanwhile, Back at the Saloon, Kid and Pal Split Hares by D. Avery
“Better git hoppin, Kid. Wer gonna miss the roundup.”
“Warren trouble with this prompt, Pal. Rabbits?”
“Least they ain’t gotta be up on a roof. Figgered this’d be an easy prompt fer ya Kid. What’s the problem this time?”
“Reckon Shorty really meant rabbits?”
“Thet’s what she said, Kid. Rabbits.”
“But mebbe what she saw was actchally hares.”
“Hares? Who cares? Whut’s the dif’rence?”
“Cain’t member the zact dif’rence. Let’s fire up the computer in the office.”
“Ya know I cain’t stand Goggle, Kid.”
“Shush, I’m re-searchin. Hare Krishna, harengon… huh, look’t that…”
“Kid! Git outta thet rabbit hole!”
Dagnabbit, what a punny bunch of bunny stories here! And some rabbit litter-airy allusions…
We all done done it again, and thank you Charli for bringing us together to this page.
Anyone else remember when we had to put a rabbit on the roof? That was when Charli was getting lots more snow than this winter. Oddly, this prompt was tougher for me than that one, though I probably whined then too. How do you get going on a prompt?
I remembered the rabbit on the roof challenge and skinned that story for my entry this time. 🙂
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Clearly, this ain’t no Easter Parade! So much delightful darkness from a prompt about rabbits. And some gentler ones in there, as well.
What a bunch of bunny boilers and lovers of wascally wabbits gone potty. These bits stuck in my buck teeth.
C E Ayr – Delightfully macabre
Gypsie – Bunny Rage because they came too Glenn Close.
K L Caley – One pill makes you larger 😉
Bill – Watch out, they might give you rab(it)ies!
Miss Judy – Better than the zoo I went to yesterday; all they had was a dog. It was a Shitzu.
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Oh my! So many rabbit puns… 🐇
What a hare raising collection from comforting pets to stew!
And a reminder that it is another New Year – The Year of the Rabbit!!
Cheers all and thanks for all the good reads.