Bunny Picnic Novels & Stories

Walking around on the abandoned playground. It was a quiet yet breezy morning that made the sceneries looked untouched. The clouds are evenly scattered upon the bright blue sky. The humming birds are busy chirping on their nests. And the bunnies are busy jumping beneath the light green grass. Their plan was to visit their best friends but they ended up sitting on the bench with no one dares to break the silence up. The brick grounded floor is almost filled with the orangey brown fallen leaves with the kiddie slides and monkey bars. There's also a sand pond beside the mini bridge where the mini fish pond are located under.

Her pajamas had been replaced with a pale blue cotton dress Salma had picked out, but the collar still sat crooked because Poppy insisted “clothes need freedom too.” Her cheeks were covered in croissant crumbs. There was chocolate at the corner of her mouth, on her fingers, and somehow, on her elbow. Bunny sat on a small chair beside her with a napkin folded around him like a judge’s robe. “Bunny doesn’t eat croissants,” I said as Poppy tried to tuck a small piece beneath one of the rabbit’s ears. “He has breakfast meeting.” “He doesn’t have a mouth.” “Mommy.” Poppy looked at me with profound disappointment for a person barely taller than the counter. “Lots of lawyers don’t use mouths. They

I braided my hair tightly, pinned it up, and left the room. The picnic was held on the south lawn in a field of daffodils. Long tables had been set up in white linen filled with plates of fruit, cold meats, pastries. Girls in bright summer dresses laughed and flitted about like butterflies. There were also lawn games but I was not interested in any of them. I found a spot beneath an oak tree at the edge of the gathering, half-hidden by its low-hanging branches. I sat on a cushion, back against the trunk and tried to become invisible.

Visitors would be at huge risk, and the animals would likely be shot. I checked the calendar at that moment, realizing it was seven days until Christmas. While I worried, conversation filled the group chat. Ellie the Elephant: [That was delicious! I finally had a proper meal. She’s a good human!] Kingsley the Monkey: [I agree. The way she tossed that banana is burned into my memory. My butt’s tingling!] Wendy the Capybara: [Hey, guys. Last week, I found a rotten orange that was tasty, but it just crossed my mind to share the joy today.]

And there, under a big oak tree, was the most beautiful picnic I’d ever seen. It looked like something out of a dream. A big checkered blanket was laid out on the grass, and on top of it were soft pillows in shades of cream and gold. A wicker basket sat to one side, and next to it was a wooden tray filled with snacks—cheese, fruit, little sandwiches, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and two tall glasses of lemonade. Around the tree trunk, there were tiny white lanterns hanging on invisible string, glowing softly even in the daylight. Wildflowers were scattered around the edges of the blanket like they’d been placed there by hand.

Jai and Darrion walked together in the plains. Darrion was holding a blue bunny as big as a calf with a smile on his face. The bunny didn’t seem to protest and instead, it tried to lean its back to the windlet often, as if trying to get even more closer. There were several blue and green rabbits with the normal giant size hopping alongside the two humans. One particular bunny bigger than the rest, almost the size of an elephant but still considerably shorter than the trunked animal, was walking on Jai’s right. The bunny’s pace was slow, as if trying to match Jai and Darrion’s footsteps. It didn’t seem to be alerted at all walking beside the two and seemed very relaxed.

I S A B E L L A ᥫ᭡ "𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓," I breathe out. It was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Luciano had spread a thick, blanket on one of the benches, turning it into a makeshift picnic spot. A wicker basket sat open, revealing glimpses of my favorites snacks and foods. Pink starbursts, cranberry juice, grapes. I didn't even know he payed attention to things like that.

Proposing a picnic" Bexley cheeked before taking a huge bite outta her sandwich "Can't you be nice or less bad-mouthed?" Nolan rolled his eyes "Nope.. cos that's who I am and it makes me pretty "she winked at him cutely "You're U-G-L-Y "Nolan counted slowly "And you're B-R-A-I-N-L-E-S-S 'she retorted "Am think am gonna cry "Nolan pouted his lips making Bexley laugh "But on a serious note. Having a picnic at the park was a great idea!' She clicked her tongue

"Vincent, look. Isn't this bunny cute? Won't you play with us? Please?" Vincent said with a blank expression, "Rabbit meat is delicious. Whether it's made spiced or braised, it tastes amazing. "Barbecued rabbit is also really tasty, the meat is super tender. Just thinking about it makes me drool." Birdie was first stunned, then she burst into tears. "Bunnies are so cute! How could you eat them?" Vincent never expected her to cry so suddenly and so bitterly at that. He began to panic. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Lily kept up a steady stream of chatter from the back, pointing out everything from a dog in a park to a brightly colored mural, and Shawn and I let her voice wash over us, our laughter mingling with the hum of the engine. “Let’s do a picnic,” Shawn said suddenly, his eyes lighting up with the idea. “By Lake Michigan. Just us.” I grinned, loving the spontaneity of it. “Perfect,” I said, and Lily cheered, already planning what imaginary food she’d bring to the picnic. We stopped at a small grocery store, grabbing a blanket, some sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of sparkling cider—non-alcoholic, for me and the baby. By the time we reached the lake, the sun was dipping low, painting the water in