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thebratqueen, with love. (Because she said "tell me about the rabbits, George.")
Of Mice and Men, edition 2a
by James
Once upon a time there was a rabbit. He was a happy rabbit, spending his time nibbling flowers and hopping around. Then one day his father said, "Son, it's time you moved out of your parents' warren and into your own."
So the sad little rabbit gathered up his books and hopped through the field, looking for a new place to live. He looked inside logs and under rocks, but all the best places were already inhabited.
"Get your nose out of my nest!" they would cry, and the little rabbit would move on.
The little rabbit did find a spot that seemed unoccupied, a nice spot in-between two tree roots. It was cool and shady, but as the little rabbit sat there, spreading his books out by category, date of publication, and language, he realised that this spot wouldn't do at all. There were no flat spots for his books -- they fell over every place he put them. It was also not very sheltered from the rain, and he realised that at the first downpour his books would get ruined.
So the little rabbit gathered his things up again, and hopped on.
After nearly an hour of hopping, he had reached the inner depths of the forest. He had heard tales about the Inner Depths Of The Forest, mostly from birds telling him about horrible, spooky creatures that lived here. The little rabbit suspected that most of the sparrows were exaggerating, and had never put stock in their stories. But standing here, all alone, he realised that maybe...there was some truth to it.
He took another hop into the Inner Depths, and stopped. He looked around.
Maybe he would go back to the field, and see if his father had changed his mind. No, he decided a moment later. His father would never change his mind. Besides which, he hated to think what his mother would say.
'Oh you poor dear! All alone in the Inner Depths of the Forest! With only your books! You poor, poor, thing!' she would say, and she'd take him back into the warren and feed him cod liver oil and wheat germ pancakes.
He took a few more hops into the forest.
"Hey!"
The little rabbit leapt into the air, and landed on his tail, flipping over backwards. His books went everywhere, and he hoped that none of them lost any pages, or got smudged with dirt.
"Hey, you all right?"
The little rabbit twisted himself around and found himself looking at a strange black rabbit. His eyes were bright blue, and his whiskers were long.
The little rabbit suddenly realised what his father had meant when he'd told his mother not to bother introducing their son to Mabel, the neighbor girl-rabbit.
"He..ello," he stammered, and tried to pick up his books.
"Sorry about that," said the other rabbit, as he began helping. "Didn't see you-- hey! Is this Mr Twittle's Treatise on Especially Firm Walls for Deep Holes?" The rabbit sat down and began looking through the book.
"Er, yes. You've heard of it?"
"Yeah! I've been looking for a copy, but the library out here never has it in. I think one of the foxes ate it and they're ashamed to admit it."
"Oh. Well...you're welcome to borrow mine," the little rabbit said. He felt rather nervous, but there was something intriguing about this new rabbit.
"Great! Thanks. Hey, you're new around here, aren't you? Where do you live? Need to know so I can return this." The rabbit winked at him.
"I..I don't...I don't have a place to live," the little rabbit said, and he felt all the sadness and worry wrap around him. Where would he sleep? How would he keep his books safe and dry?
"Oh?" The strange rabbit twitched his nose. "You can stay at my place, if you want. Got plenty of room. And we can talk about the book after I've had a chance to read it!"
"Oh, that would be wonderful," the little rabbit said gratefully, and he felt foolish at just how awkward and silly he sounded - like a baby bunny out on its first adventure. He told himself to try to act a bit more casual. He was, in fact, quite a bit older than most rabbits were when they left their parents' warren. But he'd never quite got around to going, until his father tossed him out.
He stifled a sniff, not wanting to think about how lonely he was.
"Come on, it's just over here," the other rabbit said, hanging onto the book he was borrowing.
"Thank you," the little rabbit said, trying for a more mature tone.
"You're welcome. Hey, what's your name?"
"Wesley," the little rabbit said.
"My name's Angel," the other rabbit introduced himself. "Nice to meet you." Angel glanced at him, then said in tone Wesley had never heard before, "You've got a nice tail."
"Er, thank you," Wesley said, and he thought that suddenly he didn't feel so lonely anymore.
thebratqueen, with love. (Because she said "tell me about the rabbits, George.")Of Mice and Men, edition 2a
by James
Once upon a time there was a rabbit. He was a happy rabbit, spending his time nibbling flowers and hopping around. Then one day his father said, "Son, it's time you moved out of your parents' warren and into your own."
So the sad little rabbit gathered up his books and hopped through the field, looking for a new place to live. He looked inside logs and under rocks, but all the best places were already inhabited.
"Get your nose out of my nest!" they would cry, and the little rabbit would move on.
The little rabbit did find a spot that seemed unoccupied, a nice spot in-between two tree roots. It was cool and shady, but as the little rabbit sat there, spreading his books out by category, date of publication, and language, he realised that this spot wouldn't do at all. There were no flat spots for his books -- they fell over every place he put them. It was also not very sheltered from the rain, and he realised that at the first downpour his books would get ruined.
So the little rabbit gathered his things up again, and hopped on.
After nearly an hour of hopping, he had reached the inner depths of the forest. He had heard tales about the Inner Depths Of The Forest, mostly from birds telling him about horrible, spooky creatures that lived here. The little rabbit suspected that most of the sparrows were exaggerating, and had never put stock in their stories. But standing here, all alone, he realised that maybe...there was some truth to it.
He took another hop into the Inner Depths, and stopped. He looked around.
Maybe he would go back to the field, and see if his father had changed his mind. No, he decided a moment later. His father would never change his mind. Besides which, he hated to think what his mother would say.
'Oh you poor dear! All alone in the Inner Depths of the Forest! With only your books! You poor, poor, thing!' she would say, and she'd take him back into the warren and feed him cod liver oil and wheat germ pancakes.
He took a few more hops into the forest.
"Hey!"
The little rabbit leapt into the air, and landed on his tail, flipping over backwards. His books went everywhere, and he hoped that none of them lost any pages, or got smudged with dirt.
"Hey, you all right?"
The little rabbit twisted himself around and found himself looking at a strange black rabbit. His eyes were bright blue, and his whiskers were long.
The little rabbit suddenly realised what his father had meant when he'd told his mother not to bother introducing their son to Mabel, the neighbor girl-rabbit.
"He..ello," he stammered, and tried to pick up his books.
"Sorry about that," said the other rabbit, as he began helping. "Didn't see you-- hey! Is this Mr Twittle's Treatise on Especially Firm Walls for Deep Holes?" The rabbit sat down and began looking through the book.
"Er, yes. You've heard of it?"
"Yeah! I've been looking for a copy, but the library out here never has it in. I think one of the foxes ate it and they're ashamed to admit it."
"Oh. Well...you're welcome to borrow mine," the little rabbit said. He felt rather nervous, but there was something intriguing about this new rabbit.
"Great! Thanks. Hey, you're new around here, aren't you? Where do you live? Need to know so I can return this." The rabbit winked at him.
"I..I don't...I don't have a place to live," the little rabbit said, and he felt all the sadness and worry wrap around him. Where would he sleep? How would he keep his books safe and dry?
"Oh?" The strange rabbit twitched his nose. "You can stay at my place, if you want. Got plenty of room. And we can talk about the book after I've had a chance to read it!"
"Oh, that would be wonderful," the little rabbit said gratefully, and he felt foolish at just how awkward and silly he sounded - like a baby bunny out on its first adventure. He told himself to try to act a bit more casual. He was, in fact, quite a bit older than most rabbits were when they left their parents' warren. But he'd never quite got around to going, until his father tossed him out.
He stifled a sniff, not wanting to think about how lonely he was.
"Come on, it's just over here," the other rabbit said, hanging onto the book he was borrowing.
"Thank you," the little rabbit said, trying for a more mature tone.
"You're welcome. Hey, what's your name?"
"Wesley," the little rabbit said.
"My name's Angel," the other rabbit introduced himself. "Nice to meet you." Angel glanced at him, then said in tone Wesley had never heard before, "You've got a nice tail."
"Er, thank you," Wesley said, and he thought that suddenly he didn't feel so lonely anymore.