Reader Rabbit Books Novels & Stories

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

I was always too worried to catch anyone's unwanted attention. My mother had paraded me around like a prized mare after the contract was signed. The revealing gowns and ostentatious regalia she insisted on during parties and festivities were nauseating. I turned back to the dishes working on a pot. “I’ve read that, have you read Watership Down,” I asked. He snorted. “Isn’t that the one about the bunnies,” he said with mild disgust. “Yes, but it may tickle your fancy. If you like books about politics, it's got a lot of political leadership philosophy .” I offered. He made another grimace as if the mere idea of a story about rabbits was absurd. 'Tickle your fancy? Really Bri? Get a grip girl.'

Saying that books must stay inside the bookshelf and must not be kept in his room where he is supposed to sleep. "I like Peter Rabbit." "No way." Finn stares at him with wide eyes. Gasped in surprise "I also love Peter Rabbit." He ran to his bookshelves and searched for the book. Boone seated at the bed and waited for him to go back. After he found the book he ran back to where Boone is. He offered to read the book for him and Boone agreed. The two spent the three hours reading the books and talking about the stories. Boone is no longer feeling sleepy. Instead he is pumped up when his mother shows up at the door steps of Finn's room.

Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise. Grinding my teeth I claw on it and adding pressure to it has a piece pop up from the page. I startle dropping the book to the grass floor, caught off guard. Peering in I see fur peeking from underneath the piece. Time is running out. Taking a small breath I slowly tear the piece from the book. It comes off easily as if it was meant to whilst uncovering a small picture of four baby wild hares sleeping in a basket. There weren't merely four hares but eight.

The students each chose a picture book and read quietly. Jonathan sat by the window, focused on reading a picture book about the world of wild animals, when Teacher Ria walked over and sat beside him, asking kindly. “What are you reading, Jonathan?” Jonathan looked up and excitedly held the book cover toward her. “I am reading about the animal world. It says here that in the A****n rainforest there are pythons that are dozens of meters long. It is really fascinating.” The teacher smiled and affectionately patted Jonathan’s head.

More resolved. When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed the rumpled state of the bed. The sheets still smelled faintly of Sylvan's rain-forest scent, mingled with the sour hint of wolfsbane whiskey and salt from my tears. "Martha?" I called, stepping into the hallway. She appeared from downstairs. "Yes, Dr. Bennett?" "Could you change the bedding, please? And..." I hesitated. "How are the rabbits doing?" Martha's face brightened. "Oh, wonderful news about that! I found another pack healer who can take them all – the mother and her babies. She specializes in small prey animals and says they'll have a proper habitat."

“Lucky me.” “Luck had nothing to do with it.” “Do you ever stop talking in riddles?” “Not when they’re true.” I roll my eyes and shut the door in his face. His laughter follows me into the stacks. The library is colder than the rest of the castle. Shelves stretch higher than I can see, filled with books whose titles change when I blink. I find a corner near the window where the light filters pale and weak, and sit with the rabbit in my lap. It stretches, yawning like it belongs here.

"That’s really a huge step, though we informed her to try getting closer to him, I didn't expect it to happen very easily, right?" Dominic nodded his head, "It's really not that easy, maybe it's her luck or co-incidence, if not why would he come with a rabbit to the same place where she is reading? If not because of them being in the same place at the same time, it wouldn't be happening." "More than that," Damien pointed out, "Didn't you people notice? According to her words, she has been reading about the herb books which can cure toxic poisons, why is she reading those books?"

Hellion tilted her head as she intently stared at the innkeeper. Her gaze fixated on that pointy ears perking out of her head. It’s moving! Hellion’s eyes beamed and reach out her hand aiming to touch the rabbit lady’s ears. The rabbit sensed her intention and frighteningly back off. Hellion stared at her anxious face. Eh? “D-d-dear Costumer, W-what can I help you with?” The rabbit anxiously asked her as she pulled her ears down making a total cute image in front of the viewer.

I really did. It wasn’t until that evening that I saw Nora again. I was on my way down the hall to my own room when I saw the light. Her door was open a crack, and through it, I could hear the sound of her voice, low and gentle. “…The little rabbit led the rabbit warriors back to his friend, the tortoise… And with his help, they untangled the tortoise’s shell from the barbed wire…” I stopped walking to listen. I remembered that story from my own youth, a book that my mother must have read to me a hundred or more times as a child. Nora probably found it on the shelf.