Green Bunny Cartoon Novels & Stories

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

Walked into the living room. Sofia was sprawled on the couch, Mr. Fluffy tucked under one arm, eyes fixed on the screen. She looked up when Elena sat beside her. "Mama, look! The bunny is lost but then he finds his way home." "Just like real life, baby." Sofia nodded seriously. "Bunnies are smart." "They are." Sofia snuggled closer. Elena wrapped an arm around her, breathing in the smell of her hair—baby shampoo and something sweet, the smell of childhood.

"This is our newest, Bambi." It took me a second to recognize my own name. My new name. She gave me an expressionless stare. Her blue eyes showed nothing except for.. discontentment? Still I pulled forth my trainings from school on etiquette and tried out my warmest smile. "Hello! I am so glad to meet you." I said. Vixen rolled her eyes at me as she stood up, "Oh, your one of those girls." She said distastefully, Fox reprimanded her quickly, her tone loud and serious.

trembling. “Okay, what is that?” Eve whispered as she walked closer to me. “I-I’m not sure..” She grabs my arm as we all get into position. “Is this the moment where we all stare at the green bush and then suddenly a small lost bunny comes out?” Max questions. “You know what, Max? Maybe,” Dario started to walk towards the leafy wall. ‘Dario, be..careful," Eve warns him as he smiles weakly. “It’s okay..it’s just a...” And in that split second, a small bunny comes out of it. “Bunny.”

“Wh-what did you do with him?” “I hid him and his scent,” Grandma Nilsson proudly announces, hands already busy and lighting up an incense. “He is a bunny for the next two hours. Thank me later.” …bunny? I look down at the floor and almost die the cute death. A little, blue-eared, fluffy bunny is looking up at me with big, yellow and frightened eyes. Even his nose is twitching rapidly in what must be total existential horror. “Oh my god, Korrin!” I whisper-yell and kneel in front of my now tiny and helpless little mate. He doesn’t move so I pick him up, my heart going soft. “What did she do to you?!”

Zayn tentatively grabbed the remote and went back to the couch. “Okay then, best of luck,” Bunny said in a nonchalant tone. “We support you. And stop signs!” She giggled lowly. “So none of you want to come along?” I placed my hands on my hips. “I have homework to do,” Bunny said and then shoved popcorn in her mouth from the bowl that was on the coffee table. Everyone laughed and even I could not help but break a smile. “You’re not even in school.” I rolled my eyes playfully and then left them by walking out of the living room.

A few dozen bunnies were produced from that. Green snickered once again. “Hoping and killing now.” “Gah!” The terror started now.

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”