Reader Rabbit: Wordville Soup Novels & Stories

Aria Lucas nuzzled into my lap, his mismatched eyes wide as I read aloud the story from the children’s book. He’d found it in the playroom at the hospital, and snuggled up into bed with me, practically begging me to read it for him. “And then the rabbit said,” I continued, “‘But how can I trust a wolf who eats rabbits for dinner?’” Lucas gasped, clutching the edge of his blanket like it might protect him from the imaginary wolf in the story. “What did the wolf say next, Mommy?” he asked eagerly, practically bouncing in the hospital bed beside me.

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

She thought. Kyle’s eyes moved around the familiar place and a smile appeared on his lips. “This place is called a dungeon for a reason. I have once been here, and of course, I know what you must be passing through,” he said and dipped his hand inside his coat pocket only to bring out a rabbit and he placed it on the floor. Meera stared at the white rabbit that did not make any attempt to move from its place and her teeth ached as she kept staring at it. Somehow, her instinct is telling her what to do with it and she heard Kyle say;

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.'

I pursed my lips, considering. I could easily tell Jaxon about the poison, but it was risky. He would want to know how I knew about it, and could potentially accuse me of being the poisoner. But Jaxon clearly liked to talk in riddles and metaphors. Arms and legs, red herrings, little white rabbits, fox masks… I could give him a taste of his own medicine and still get what I wanted. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll tell you this: little rabbit knows the woods better than you think. She’s seen what happens to the clever foxes who feast too greedily from the farmer’s henhouse. Someone’s spoiled the meat, Jaxon.”

Darz said. “Rabbit, the symbol of luck. An incarnation of a moron who is so cocky for her luck. Speculated as the ones everyone afraid of, yet don’t get so cocky as you just summoned your Ribo!” Franz exclaimed. “She’s not the only one who has a Ribo!” Harz said showing his Ribo which is a white sheep. “We managed to summon our Ribo because of Varz. We are not a bunch of morons who will hate anyone for something he has never done.” Larz said showing his Ribo which is a brown boar.

The guy looked at the girl in her pajamas with interest. “Cute pajamas,” the guy said with a slight smile, looking her quickly from head to toe. Anika was wearing indigo pajamas consisting of a shirt and pants. At his remark, she involuntarily turned her gaze to herself, then came to her senses and, shaking her head, repeated angrily: -Who are you and why are you rummaging through my refrigerator? “I’m trying to eat,” he replied, smiling. - Only you don’t have much choice here. I can’t get enough of yogurt and cottage cheese, but I’ve already eaten meat. Well, at least there’s sausage,” he showed a piece in his hand.

he said politely. "Well first, may I know you're name"I asked. "It's Leon kind miss." "I'm Dianna and I'll like to have my breakfast now." I replied. "okay miss, what would you like to have?" "Rabbit. I couldn't eat that thing the maid brought last night. What was it?" I asked remembering the awful meal. "It's broccoli soup and not many people like it either but it is really healthy and revitalizes the body." he explained. "I just want rabbit for breakfast, so when are we going hunting?" I asked.

“Can we eat this?” She made a face that could have been disapproval, or just annoyance that we were taking up so much of her time. To be honest, with its long snout and pink tail, the rabbit looked more like a large, long-eared rat. It’s not surprising there’d be a similarity, since rabbits are rodents, but still, not the most appetising thought. “If you want. You have to gut and clean it first.” “And how do we do that?”

After destroying his kitchen and feasting on the food he had prepared, the punk now had the balls to critique it. "I also prefer rabbit meat over steaks," Sean responded calmly, wiping that judgmental look off Snoopy's face. Violet suppresses the urge to laugh upon seeing the drastic shift in Snoopy's countenance. He looked comical as he processed the meaning behind Sean's words. "I..I am not complaining. The food is Splendiferous, absolutely scrumptuous," Snoopy said in an exaggerated tone, "Amazeballs." Sean smirked. "Where did you even get this cartoon from?" Sean asked Violet, a hint of amusement in his voice. Snoopy's forehead puckered in offense.