Far off in a meadow, on a warm day in May, a very special, little cottontail was born. One look at him and his mother, Blossom, knew right away, that he was extra special. Even though she thought him perfect in every way. He didn't look like any of the cottontails she had ever seen before.
Hmmmm....All of the other new cottontails I've seen have been pink and wrinkly. And they've had barely any fur, she thought. I've never seen one of such a light color before, either, she thought even harder.
From the tips of his ears down to his toes, Blossom's new, little bunny had a coat of soft, fluffy fur. And it wasn't at all like the other cottontails. Theirs was short. And it was gray and brown and white.
But Blossom's new, little bunny's fur was almost white. It was beige. Almost like the patches on the other cottontails chests.
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She licked him and pressed herself against him. She could feel his heart beating, as she listened to him breathing. And, she could not imagine ever loving anything more.
While they rested quietly, she tried again to think of a name for him. Still, no name seemed right. "Every little bunny needs a name," she whispered to him. And, she hoped she would think of the perfect name for him soon.
Then the warm, golden sun started beaming over her. That let her know that it was noon and time for her to go out. Thinking of leaving her little bunny made her tremble and her heart ache.
But, she knew that it was something that she had to do. And that she had to be brave.
She peaked out of her nest and looked this way and that. And she saw no danger. She wiggled her tiny, pink nose and sniffed and smelled no danger. Very slowly, she crawled out into the meadow. And she sensed no danger.
Trying to stay calm, she hopped over to the brook and got a drink. Quickly, she drank and drank. And, the cold water felt wonderful on her
Eleanor waited outside on a yellow, rusty swing swinging back and forth thinking that at any moment Park would appear. Running to her. Worried about her. Asking if she’s okay and her saying no I’m not okay.
“Guys stop!” Violet yells. “You're not being very nice!” she goes over and holds her paw out. “Hi i'm Violet and those are Sketch, Feather, Angel, Carmel, and Candy. What's
The gleaming sun forced its way into her vision, it blinded her momentarily. She blinked a few times to focus back on what was in front of her. Clara watched on as her little sister ran around the garden, picking flowers as she hopped along. Isabelle skipped towards Clara, dozens of Corncockles in her hand. The furry green
Letting her spirit flow around and through him, she wrapped him in her embrace. She lay beside him, kissed his face and stroked his dampened hair.
It sent chills down her spine, she turned to look at him only for her scenery to change again. She was now in bed looking down she saw her bare skin in the sheets. She smiled and awaited for the lust filled moments ahead of
“So good, Gwen,” he muttered, as she stroked his scrotum while she worked his shaft with her mouth. “So fucking good…”
From the tips of his ears down to his toes, Blossom's new, little bunny had a coat of soft, fluffy fur. And it wasn't at all like the other cottontails. Theirs was short. And it was gray and brown and white.
Her glass eyes shimmered like bright blue pools of tears. Her once bright olive skin now
He pressed his hips against her, she laid her head against his chest. His fingers traced her collarbone and curled gently around her throat. He leaned down and kissed her below the ear.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw what looked like some sort of island in the distance. She floated towards it, and gingerly released her grip on the driftwood, knowing that once she let go it would
She was a flower lovely and graceful untouched by the horror of humanity. Her tiny eyes filled with wonder and lust. Touched by the sun yet kissed by the moon. Just a new born soul holden together by hope and curiosity. Then everything collapsed as her eyes filled with panic. A shout followed by a thrift of silence flooded the halls. She tumbled in fear onto the hard wooden floor, however, she was saved by an army of bears, ducks, bunnies, and all other sorts of creatures. As the army of soldiers comforts her, she begins to get on her feet and slowly stretched out of the door. She reaches for the kitchen grasping for air. The kitchen was in dead silence brought together with an ocean of tears and broken glass covering the floor. Something was just not adding up. Her father lost from this scene nevertheless, you could still see his tracks. Her mother shot her false smiles to assure her everything will be alright. In spite of that, somehow even her mother's beautiful lies can't hide the pessimistic truth.
He then realized he was still moving to the softer tune that no longer exists. He stopped and moved his hands to encased his Little Bird face between them. She opened her eyes, big brown and enticing him to stay with her. He kissed her
“No, it sounded bigger than a rabbit Uariah!” She started to cry and leaned over on Uariah’s shoulder.
Little Red Riding Hood walked through the woods on her way to her grandma, when she spotted some beautiful flowers which made her feel happy. Little Red Riding Hood started to pick the flowers and continuing walking to grandma.
Rosepetal, a pretty dark cream molly, jumped to her feet. “Berrynose, let’s see if we can track down something for Cinderheart,” she called, trotting towards the forest. “I’m sure Purdy would appreciate a juicy mouse as well.”