Little White Bunny

“Where on earth did my stupid bunny go?” Jill exclaimed as she saw the empty cage that evening. “Has anyone seen him or know which direction he went?”

“Oh.  Maybe that was the rabbit I saw running across the yard a while ago,” said Keith.

“Keith!” yelled Jill,  “Why didn’t you tell me right away that my sweet, helpless bunny rabbit had gotten out of his cage?”

“All I knew was I saw a rabbit.  For all I knew it was a wild yard rabbit.”

“Since when are wild rabbits white?”  Jill began a long explanation of the gene that determines whether a rabbit is castor or white.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me that before,” said Keith.

“And now my sweet cuddly white bunny is out there glowing like a lit up diner for some old owl!  My poor, poor bunny!”

About Diane

I am a wife and mother of 3 grown children. I live in Michigan. My family has a couple of writers in it. Now I;m learning to write.
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One Response to Little White Bunny

  1. Nick says:

    I like the funny story. If I see a bunny running around that is cute, helpless, sweet, cuddly, white, and stupid I will let Jill know. Maybe you should write a sequel! 🙂

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