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The Little Rabbit


The Little Rabbit

 

A twelve year old rabbit who loves to play around

in the garden, she likes to hop straight through, her

yellowed shape ears was on top of her sweet as

honey head, she loves and adores to sniff the precious

nose on the cornfield grass, the rabbit fell asleep only

at nightfall very peacefully and calm, her name was

Rachel, she's outrageous rabbit, her spirit and soul

was uproariously and breathtakingly, the rabbit who

take a playful journey herself, she hop and hop in her

mysterious path, when the sun was rising up in glazed

and sparkle on the mid day sky, the wizard came to

the rabbit, he pointed his magical wand at her, he said

his own word to her as human form, until the day is

bright, she's wonderful woman to be in there, she hugged

her wizard peacefully, she smiled like a golden sunlight

and sunshine, Rachel cried and cried happy, she always

be the little rabbit after all

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-28-16   

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