Bunny Basket Novels & Stories

I started to make my way to pet it. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. He will attack." Someone said from my side. I turnt to see the Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals. I looked back and took a closer look at the bunny. I realized she wasn't warning me about the leopard but the bunny. It's eyes were red and you could see it's razer sharp teeth as it ate whatever was in it's hand. "Thanks." I said while taking a closer look around. If I wasn't mistaken it looked like everything in this garden was exotic.

I was just in time to see her carry a white bunny into her embrace. “If only Ronan would let me keep this in the courtyard… it’s such an adorable little thing.”

"Well, I'm going to start on the new list of warriors. Although, we're running low on baskets." "Maybe we should switch to something we can get plenty of at Pack Center," she suggests. "By now, the Gardens are probably wondering if some of their baskets have gone missing." "Hm. I'll see what I can come up with." As Elizabeth finishes her housekeeping tasks, I compile lists of items for the grievance gifts. Using the household information binder from Vanda’s office, I personalize each one to honor the fallen warriors' families as best as I can. While brainstorming alternatives for the baskets, the best solution I come up with is using gift boxes. They may not be as decorative, but they will p

Still, he did nothing. The soft, fluffy bunny was a leftover from Easter, and my new best friend. I hugged him in my arms all the way up to the cashier. The woman on the other side of the counter didn’t even look at me strange. Then again, most of what I’d purchased looked like period necessities—especially the chocolate and preemptive package of tampons. That was a better explanation to a general population than depression after watching one of my closest friends murdered before my eyes. The bunny never left my arms as we returned to the motel. It stayed even as Six sat me in a chair and worked on my hair.

“Lots of sugar!” Mama Hazel, with a twinkle in her eye, produced a small sugar bowl from her bag of tricks – a canvas tote filled with an assortment of toys, crayons, and other treasures for impromptu play. Theo, his eyes wide with delight, scooped a generous helping of imaginary sugar and sprinkled it into Bunny’s teacup. “Now, Bunny is happy,” he declared, beaming.

"It's a vacation place. There are naturally these little things in the small shop. Because there must be a child in the shop." He pointed to the mountain outside. "What's more, it's a good place to put bamboo basket in the deep lake." ... When they arrived at the small store, Gladyce looked around and found that there were indeed some people selling bamboo ribbons. "Uncle!" Like a child, Gladyce touched the bamboo basket on the shelf and said, "There really is! It's very beautiful." "Haha." Mo Fei smiled faintly. "There's something more interesting."

The smell of baking cookies made its way through the air: proof of Teresa's cooking experience with Saben happening a little earlier in the day. Giggles filled the cozy living room as the family sat around Saben's latest creation: a colorful, slightly lopsided Lego castle. "A castle fit for a king—and his bunny," Teresa declared with a theatrical flourish, making Saben giggle as he proudly held up Mr. Bunny, his well-loved stuffed animal. "And don't forget," Saben added seriously, "it's also for the baby. Right, Mommy?"

But I didn’t blame them because they were in a way, new to the neighborhood and had just been there for almost a month now. “Nice to meet you, Gene.” Bunny stood to her feet and closed the distance between her and me. “Is that a basket of sweets I see?” She wiggled her eyebrows, causing me to laugh. “Uh oh. The sweets monster isn’t going to let that basket survive!” Hamish laughed as he stood up too and approached Bunny and me. “If I knew you guys loved sweets, I would have brought more than one basket,” Gene said nicely. I handed the basket to Bunny and touched Gene’s shoulder. “Oh, please. It’s okay. Thank you very much.”

He looked kind of shocked to be grabbed by Conor James, but he rolled with it when I discreetly nodded to the girls at the end of the aisle. He showed me their best and most expensive model. Whatever—I grabbed it and carried it toward the cashiers. Shit. Milka’s bunny. “Do you have stuffed bunnies?” The clerk raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Follow me, sir.” I followed him towards the toy aisle and he pointed me towards the stuffed animals. Dogs, bears, tigers . . . There, rabbits. The clerk took the gate from me, and I picked the softest white bunny on the shelf.

I ask, because that feels safer than leaning into whatever fragile space we just created. “Oh. Right.” He lets out a shaky breath and reaches for it. “I got you a few things.” He lifts the basket from the stand and gently sets it down between us. "I wasn't sure what product you used so I got you a bit of everything. He unties the strings and starts pulling things out one by one. Dark chocolate, pads, tampons, a bottle of aspirin, tea bags, and of course, a stuffed rabbit with a sailor's hat.