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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Rabbit

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Suggested prompt...
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One of my favorite books as a young reader was Watership Down.
Write a story of rabbits today... keep them wild or tame... but get creative.



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"Listen, I just have to tell you what I heard while I was coming out the tunnel."

"Oh? Who? What? Tell all, now, I am agog!"

Well, you know that young cottontail that showed up last week? She has been flirting her tail around at all the males and she enticed young Buckrabbit to make a raid on the McGregor Patch."

"No! and then what happened?"

"Well, you'd hardly believe it if I told you but, ..........

~ healingmagichands

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8 comments:

morganna said...

I wanted a rabbit when I was little. This was before 4-H redesigned itself to make itself more available for urban kids, and to join 4-H you had to take care of a farm animal. I desperately wanted to join 4-H. Living in suburbia, I knew that anything but horses or rabbits was out of the question. You can't board a cow or chickens. Chickens were not allowed by our town. Besides, we had a cat who hunted. I knew chickens would last about a minute. I really wanted a horse. Lots of my friends had one, and boarded it at a farm. But my mother said that would be too expensive. I briefly considered a Shetland pony in the backyard, but I knew, really, that if the town didn't allow chickens, then ponies were right out. So I hit on the idea of rabbits. I could just see them, soft and furry in my arms, munching on salad fixings in sturdy, cozy cages I would build myself (despite my lack of mechanical ability). But my mother said the cat would get them. She said, remember the gerbil. I remembered, so no rabbit, and no 4-H.

dani said...

When I was young I owned a white rabbit with light brown spots- and so did my sister. They would get out of their cages all the time and we'd have to catch them. Mine would thump it's foot on the ground really hard whenever we were getting close to catching it- so I named him Thumper- it was awesome! But once the cats got him when he'd gotten out. It was so sad and my sister rode her bike all the way to the people down the street to get me another bunny because she felt so bad for me. He was gray and had floppy ears. I still missed Thumper, but it was touching that my sister cared that much for my happiness to do that for me. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

I had a rabbit for five years, the most adorable fluffy little black and white rabbit. She was incredibly affectionate and intelligent and i miss her lots. Currently I work at a city farm where there are lots of rabbits (see my latest blog post for a photo of two of them). i also see wild rabbits in a different light now, they've so much more character now that I know them as friends....

Bobbi said...

My post was too long, so here is the link: My Muse and Me

healingmagichands said...

"Listen, I just have to tell you what I heard while I was coming out the tunnel."

"Oh? Who? What? Tell all, now, I am agog!"

Well, you know that young cottontail that showed up last week? She has been flirting her tail around at all the males and she enticed young Buckrabbit to make a raid on the McGregor Patch."

"No! and then what happened?"

"Well, you'd hardly believe it if I told you but, ..........

shabby girl said...

What a great picture! Seems so fitting, rabbits, lush, dew-kissed grasses, and bushes to hide in when necessary.

Faith said...

Sure, she'd seen rabbits and bunnies in picture books, in movies. But the little girl from the big city had never seen any real live bunnies in person.

That is, until she went to visit her grandma. Grandma lived in the country, had a lot of land, and some of that land was left unmowed, clover growing freely. And more importantly, Grandma had the only house in the area without any cats or dogs.

Abby couldn't believe it when Grandma called to her to come to the back yard. Quietly.

She walked around the corner of the house and saw them. Two big rabbits and four tiny bunnies. They were slowly hopping around, looking for food.

Bunnies! Their fluffy white tails standing out against their brown/grey fur and the green grass.

Abby had never been so excited .... or so quiet. The smile on the city girl's face that day, and every time she retold the story, reminded everyone to stop and enjoy the simple things in life.

Simply Heather said...

Looks to me like there is a place, a very special place of freedom for the bunnies lost souls...bunny heaven.