Pooka Bunny Novels & Stories

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!”

/When was the last time this person ate. With that, BaoBao quickly transferred all of the original soul's memories into her. The original soul was born as a white rabbit shapeshifter in a peaceful and quiet village filled with herbivores. She was named BaiXue due to her snow white fur. They have low fighting capabilities but excelled in escaping, especially when they were in their animal forms.

The rabbit also stared at me with a shocked expression. “Who are you? I know you’re not human...” The little rabbit suddenly talked, which surprised me a little bit. My lips curled up in amusement. “Hi, I’m Luna. May I know your name?” I asked, and the rabbit squirmed with excitement. “You can understand me?! Can you understand me?!” the rabbit questioned repeatedly. Her voice was full of excitement. She seems to have been confined here for a long time. “Yes, I can understand you.” She was ecstatic and jumped happily.

Christianas POV; I walk into my fathers' petting zoo and once I'm in, Fuzzball, a cute, snow-white chihuahua comes running to me. Fuzzball came in last year and since then has been my fathers' bag. The little puppy is the cutest bundle of joy ever. "Hey sweetie pie," I greet the puppy as I squat down to give her a tummy rub and she barks. I giggle and give her a treat before walking further into the building in search of my father.

Peter's eyes sparkled, pointing to the smooth green grass outside, "Rabbit." Jenny looked in the direction she pointed, there was a really big fat white rabbit eating grass at the floor-to-ceiling window, two long ears still waving in the air, looking very leisurely. Looking at the bamboo fence not far away, I found that there were also a few other rabbits, white and gray, probably for guests to play. "If you like, you can go out and play with me, be careful not to get hurt." Little Peter O Trach Vu nodded, ran out urgently, he had never seen such a big rabbit, he must take a camera to take a picture, when will he come back and show it to me!

he said to her with a hard kiss. Bemused, Diana wandered down the hill to the water's edge while Kor dealt with whatever it was Alphie had deemed so important. The violet-hued liquid sparkled in the light of the three red suns. A rustle on the other side had her looking up quickly, only to see the cutest floppy-eared pink bunny ever! Of course, the bunnies back home had only two ears, not four, and their tails weren't as big as their heads, but still, the little critter was adorable as it regarded her with big eyes.

Me: Finn. Finn: I have a paper due Friday and Okafor is going to see right through me if I try to fake my way through the symbolism in Gatsby and I would rather eat a puck than ask Knox because he'll just tell me to ask you anyway so I'm cutting out the middleman. I stared at the screen for a moment. Then I got up, got dressed, and texted back: Frosty Mug. Four o'clock. Bring the book and whatever notes you have.

Then she washed the dishes and went back to her room. Now, she's really ready to call it a freakin' night. She unfolded her blanket and warm herself up with it. Mizuko smiled, tomorrow is her 20th birthday, or should she say, today since it's past midnight. "Happy Birthday to you, self," Mizuko murmurs as she closed her eyes. When Mizuko had finally fallen into a slumber, a round fluffy cotton-like thing appeared in mid-air. It has small legs and feet like a cartoon fat bunny and its ears are like of those Scottish fold cats. Also, it has the cutest round puppy eyes that makes you in awe.

- Bitten by a walabee? Tom, can't you hear me? Yes, walab. Such a small kangaroo. There are plenty of them. - Crying? No, he's already laughing... - Are you in the hospital? — No, we’ve poured some whiskey for now… Let’s go now. - Well, all right, blow on her finger from me too. - Yeah. OK Bye…