Bunny Basket Novels & Stories

“Godfather why don’t you all rest for a bit before we start again?” “Okay.” Harry nodded. Mira took Anne-Marie to the barn. She ducked into the barn while Jack was setting the table and stools once she and Jack planned what to tell the others. She had picked six 4-week-old bunnies from space and left them under a basket. She lifted the basket. “Oh… oh… my…. Mira… can I… can I….” Anne-Marie started jumping up and down. “Yes… but…” Mira feigned a conflicted expression “You have to be quick or….”

She flicked her finger at one of the balloons, and it slammed into the others, making them wiggle around in the air. “It’s nice of you, but you don’t have to keep thanking me.” “I know, but I couldn’t help myself when the idea came up.” She held the basket out to him. “Will you accept?” “Of course.” Once he had it, he looked into it. Everything she mentioned was there. Bars of chocolate wrapped and tied with a thin ribbon in a clear bag. The lemonade cups were tied to the basket, possibly to keep them from spilling when she cycled.

Nobody replied. Alison looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. A cackle broke through the air, giving Alison a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny! “Bunny!” shouted Alison. She turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

"I'm actually looking for a gift basket for someone in the hospital. Preferably something cheerful and uplifting, but also…practical?" The young woman's smile never faltered. "Absolutely!" she exclaimed, leading me towards a section overflowing with brightly colored wicker baskets. "These are some of our most popular get-well baskets. We have a variety of themes you can choose from, or we can customize one for your specific needs." She pointed to a basket overflowing with colorful balloons, a plush teddy bear, and a box of assorted candies. It was cute, a little childish, but not quite what I had in mind.

"Well, I'm appreciative of you checking up on me. You didn't have to do that." "Now it's my turn to say nonsense." His smile was playful. "After all, what are friends for? Plus, I wanted to give you something." Mason pulled out a small bag and handed it to me. "It's not much, but hopefully something to help the days of being in the hospital feel a little less gloomy and lonely." A small gasp escaped my lips when I looked inside the bag. I pulled out a soft, white and brown bunny with plush with droopy ears. In its sewn paws, it held a carrot.

I nodded my head, three of us went near our favorite cotton candy stall we had our favorite flavors cotton candy, later went near a claw machine, bunny is expert in this I asked her to get a rabbit, she caught it so easily like a pro, sals asked to get her a doraemon, she gave it to sals finally she got a baby girl toy, I asked "why this?" bunny blushed and said "I'm feeling like having kids now" I said "ohh, so soon I might become godmother" bunny chuckled and replied "if god helps"

All the new bunnies and the immigrating Hares seemed to love Persiana fashion. Doll nudged him. "The boxes, Marshmallow. Remember?" Guru looked down at Doll, who was pushing a double-decker baby carriage with their year-old kits in it. Well, six of them. The seventh, the one Agent had given new life and Doll had named Willow, was snuggled up next to Ember - one of Spitfire's kits - in a sling around his little grey bunny's neck. Guru had a mirror image kit sling around his neck with the other two of Spitfire's much smaller litter of three.

Terry pointed at the bamboo basket still soaking in the stream, "Don't you see if there are any fish?" "Come back in the evening!" "Good!" Terry naturally had no objections, he reached out his hand and said, "Give it to me." Julie handed over the bamboo basket, "Here you go." The two of them came down the mountain and hadn't even entered the yard when Hannah ran out, took a glance at the bamboo basket Terry was carrying in his hand, and curiously asked, "What is this thing? What's inside? Where did you guys go so early in the morning?"

A bubble began to form. “It’s probably the sun warming up the gas inside. We should probably get back,” I said. I don’t consider myself an expert in these matters, but it seemed a plausible explanation. We all stepped back as the bubble grew bigger and bigger. It reached beachball proportions and then it popped, and a rabbit jumped out. It looked like the rabbits we hunted, except for one thing: the long horn growing out of the centre of its head. “Fooking hell,” said Flossie. “It’s a bunny unicorn!”

I can't show myself thinking that this is a trap for me, for us. I remained hiding until she stood up, and I am right, it was her pet in her lap, a white bunny. I was looking at it while wandering around then I gasped when I saw it looking at me. I bit my lips, there is something in its eyes that I can not explain. It was just there, not moving while still staring at my eyes. Does that bunny see me?