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Mr Rabbit was extremely nervous. He had arranged a blind date with Miss Bunny and was looking at his reflection in the mirror very critically. His reflection stared back at him and he acknowledged that he was no catch. His ears were too short but that was made up for by the fact that his front teeth were too long and his fur always stuck out at odd angles giving him a slightly comical look. He had never bothered over his appearance before as he spent most of his life working to achieve what he wanted in life and that hadn’t included a mate.
Mr Rabbit had hordes of relations including nieces and nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews and even a few great grandnieces. Most of his relatives had, at one time or another, introduced him to a ‘friend’ they knew. He hadn’t been remotely interested in his relatives ‘friends’ and eventually they became tired of the fact that he paid them little attention and hopped on. Some had even moved over several fields in disgust.
Mr Rabbit had achieved the pinnacle of success in his chosen field and had discovered that he really didn’t have to work very hard to stay at the top. It was at this point that he experienced loneliness for the first time in his life and a desire to share his success with a special rabbit in his life. His relatives, having given up on him in despair, refused to introduce him to any more potential mates so he had placed a personal advert in the local paper. Miss Bunny was the only one to reply.
Mr Rabbit had arranged to meet Miss Bunny outside the best Vegetarian Restaurant in the valley at 8.00 pm. He arrived there 30 minutes early and stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the road. He constantly reminded himself that he was only stood there because he was so early, not because he was so nervous, not because it was an ideal place from which to bolt from and that the blood pounding round his body was only because he had hopped there so fast. Once his blood, and breathing, had slowed down he became aware of the fact the he could hear shuffling from the next doorway up. He listened for a good 10 minutes to the shuffling and, leaving his own sanctuary, decided to investigate.
Mr Rabbit walked into the next doorway, his heart skipped a beat and he knew that this was Miss Bunny. Her ears were too long but that was made up for by the fact that her front teeth were too short and her fur stuck out at odd angles giving her a slightly comical look. It was love at first sight and he realised with absolute clarity that here was the reason he had not been interested in anyone else. He had been waiting his whole life for this moment and this meeting.
Fortunately, as it happens, Miss Bunny felt exactly the same and, despite having kids under their feet all the time, they lived happily ever after.
Mr Rabbit had hordes of relations including nieces and nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews and even a few great grandnieces. Most of his relatives had, at one time or another, introduced him to a ‘friend’ they knew. He hadn’t been remotely interested in his relatives ‘friends’ and eventually they became tired of the fact that he paid them little attention and hopped on. Some had even moved over several fields in disgust.
Mr Rabbit had achieved the pinnacle of success in his chosen field and had discovered that he really didn’t have to work very hard to stay at the top. It was at this point that he experienced loneliness for the first time in his life and a desire to share his success with a special rabbit in his life. His relatives, having given up on him in despair, refused to introduce him to any more potential mates so he had placed a personal advert in the local paper. Miss Bunny was the only one to reply.
Mr Rabbit had arranged to meet Miss Bunny outside the best Vegetarian Restaurant in the valley at 8.00 pm. He arrived there 30 minutes early and stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the road. He constantly reminded himself that he was only stood there because he was so early, not because he was so nervous, not because it was an ideal place from which to bolt from and that the blood pounding round his body was only because he had hopped there so fast. Once his blood, and breathing, had slowed down he became aware of the fact the he could hear shuffling from the next doorway up. He listened for a good 10 minutes to the shuffling and, leaving his own sanctuary, decided to investigate.
Mr Rabbit walked into the next doorway, his heart skipped a beat and he knew that this was Miss Bunny. Her ears were too long but that was made up for by the fact that her front teeth were too short and her fur stuck out at odd angles giving her a slightly comical look. It was love at first sight and he realised with absolute clarity that here was the reason he had not been interested in anyone else. He had been waiting his whole life for this moment and this meeting.
Fortunately, as it happens, Miss Bunny felt exactly the same and, despite having kids under their feet all the time, they lived happily ever after.
Good read.
I think it would be good if someone did a Big brother bunny rabbit version, with "the big bunny hutch" and all.
I think it would be good if someone did a Big brother bunny rabbit version, with "the big bunny hutch" and all.
pb wrote:
> Which, perhaps, just goes to prove that it's harder to write a good
> 'nice' story than everyone thinks...
Do you mean that my story isn't a good 'nice' story? That's charming. After all the effort I put into it :)
> Which, perhaps, just goes to prove that it's harder to write a good
> 'nice' story than everyone thinks...
Do you mean that my story isn't a good 'nice' story? That's charming. After all the effort I put into it :)
Damn, you already had the rabbit idea. :-D
mmmm. Bunny love.
Which, perhaps, just goes to prove that it's harder to write a good 'nice' story than everyone thinks...
Which, perhaps, just goes to prove that it's harder to write a good 'nice' story than everyone thinks...
Thanks.
I didn't expect any replies to this. It was something I threw together, slightly sarcastically, in reply to pbs' cry for a story with bunnies and love :)
I didn't expect any replies to this. It was something I threw together, slightly sarcastically, in reply to pbs' cry for a story with bunnies and love :)
That was a charming story, really very sweet. I enjoyed it.
Mr Rabbit was extremely nervous. He had arranged a blind date with Miss Bunny and was looking at his reflection in the mirror very critically. His reflection stared back at him and he acknowledged that he was no catch. His ears were too short but that was made up for by the fact that his front teeth were too long and his fur always stuck out at odd angles giving him a slightly comical look. He had never bothered over his appearance before as he spent most of his life working to achieve what he wanted in life and that hadn’t included a mate.
Mr Rabbit had hordes of relations including nieces and nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews and even a few great grandnieces. Most of his relatives had, at one time or another, introduced him to a ‘friend’ they knew. He hadn’t been remotely interested in his relatives ‘friends’ and eventually they became tired of the fact that he paid them little attention and hopped on. Some had even moved over several fields in disgust.
Mr Rabbit had achieved the pinnacle of success in his chosen field and had discovered that he really didn’t have to work very hard to stay at the top. It was at this point that he experienced loneliness for the first time in his life and a desire to share his success with a special rabbit in his life. His relatives, having given up on him in despair, refused to introduce him to any more potential mates so he had placed a personal advert in the local paper. Miss Bunny was the only one to reply.
Mr Rabbit had arranged to meet Miss Bunny outside the best Vegetarian Restaurant in the valley at 8.00 pm. He arrived there 30 minutes early and stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the road. He constantly reminded himself that he was only stood there because he was so early, not because he was so nervous, not because it was an ideal place from which to bolt from and that the blood pounding round his body was only because he had hopped there so fast. Once his blood, and breathing, had slowed down he became aware of the fact the he could hear shuffling from the next doorway up. He listened for a good 10 minutes to the shuffling and, leaving his own sanctuary, decided to investigate.
Mr Rabbit walked into the next doorway, his heart skipped a beat and he knew that this was Miss Bunny. Her ears were too long but that was made up for by the fact that her front teeth were too short and her fur stuck out at odd angles giving her a slightly comical look. It was love at first sight and he realised with absolute clarity that here was the reason he had not been interested in anyone else. He had been waiting his whole life for this moment and this meeting.
Fortunately, as it happens, Miss Bunny felt exactly the same and, despite having kids under their feet all the time, they lived happily ever after.
Mr Rabbit had hordes of relations including nieces and nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews and even a few great grandnieces. Most of his relatives had, at one time or another, introduced him to a ‘friend’ they knew. He hadn’t been remotely interested in his relatives ‘friends’ and eventually they became tired of the fact that he paid them little attention and hopped on. Some had even moved over several fields in disgust.
Mr Rabbit had achieved the pinnacle of success in his chosen field and had discovered that he really didn’t have to work very hard to stay at the top. It was at this point that he experienced loneliness for the first time in his life and a desire to share his success with a special rabbit in his life. His relatives, having given up on him in despair, refused to introduce him to any more potential mates so he had placed a personal advert in the local paper. Miss Bunny was the only one to reply.
Mr Rabbit had arranged to meet Miss Bunny outside the best Vegetarian Restaurant in the valley at 8.00 pm. He arrived there 30 minutes early and stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the road. He constantly reminded himself that he was only stood there because he was so early, not because he was so nervous, not because it was an ideal place from which to bolt from and that the blood pounding round his body was only because he had hopped there so fast. Once his blood, and breathing, had slowed down he became aware of the fact the he could hear shuffling from the next doorway up. He listened for a good 10 minutes to the shuffling and, leaving his own sanctuary, decided to investigate.
Mr Rabbit walked into the next doorway, his heart skipped a beat and he knew that this was Miss Bunny. Her ears were too long but that was made up for by the fact that her front teeth were too short and her fur stuck out at odd angles giving her a slightly comical look. It was love at first sight and he realised with absolute clarity that here was the reason he had not been interested in anyone else. He had been waiting his whole life for this moment and this meeting.
Fortunately, as it happens, Miss Bunny felt exactly the same and, despite having kids under their feet all the time, they lived happily ever after.