SSS Week Twelve: The Adorable Little Bunny

Happy Short Story Sunday, all! 

For this week, I decided to revise a basic story idea that I thought of last year. I had quickly scribbled the smallest of blurbs down on lined notebook paper, getting the basic idea. 

With that being so, I do not have a particular prompt for this week. So, if you're going to participate in writing a story this week, I suppose we can call this an Author's Creativity Week.

I haven't the slightest idea why I find stories such as this humorous. I just do. That being said, you, oh reader, may not find even a teaspoon of humour in it. And that is perfectly okay. Many people have many different tastes, and, personally, I find humour in stories that contain no joke, nor giggle-worthy coincidences. Just a dark pit of "why was this even written?". 

On with the story, I suppose:



The wee-little, adorable bunny hopped through the peaceful forest. He was yea high and yea stout, his shiny little black eyes almost hidden by his floppy ears that always seemed to fall on his face in the most adorable manner. If he were a bear, no other animals would be around-- the fact being not one of prejudice toward the other species, but one of simple, basic logic and pure fright brought forth by other creatures. Alas, he was not. When he was even tinier and more adorable than his current state, a mere baby, he was not a cub. He didn't go into the river and swat at the fish swimming by for his next meal. He was just a cute little bunny. He was loved by everyone and everything. After all, who could possibly hate that adorable little creature?

It was a great cover-up.

Now, don't get me wrong, darling reader. Foo Foo was, in fact, an actual bunny. He wasn't another species in a bunny costume. He wasn't a toad nor snake in disguise. He was, in fact, an actual, legitimate, flower-sniffing, pom-pom tailed, adorable little bunny in the form.

Then why would I say it was a great cover-up-- you may or may not be asking yourself this very moment?

I say this, reader, because Foo Foo the bunny wasn't as sweet and innocent as one might assume. The adorable, curious little bunny didn't walk through the forest and down the pathway through trees just for the sake of it. No, the adorable little bunny hopped through the forest with his mind set on something very specific, with an intention, with a plan-- though it lacked certain aspects.

He hopped through the forest, reader, in search for his next victim.

Foo Foo hopped down the meadow, his oh-so brilliant idea stirring through his mind. Yes, yes. This would be wonderful.

He hopped slowly between the tall grass, waiting in longing for his idea to unfold-- his wonderful idea, I should say.

He circled his victim quietly, slowly, taking soft movements so as not to startle him. He eased his way to the creature, flashing his little eyes this way and that across the meadow, not wanting to get caught. The time had come.

Little bunny Foo Foo suddenly jumped the field mouse and bopped him on the head. The mouse fell motionless, limp to the ground.

Little bunny Foo Foo grinned. He liked that. He liked that very much.