The Tale of the Tiny Pink Bunny

Once upon a time, there was a tiny pink bunny. This bunny had a good life with a nice family, but this little bunny felt he needed something more.

Then, one fantastic winter day, a little girl came to the tiny pink bunny’s house. This little girl was very nice, and she and the tiny pink bunny were fast friends.

Soon, though, the little girl had to go home. Her mommy and her Weezer were gathering up her things and telling her it was time to give hugs and kisses, but the little girl was not ready to leave her new friend.

“Quick, tiny pink bunny!” she said. “Get in!” The little girl shoved the tiny pink bunny up inside her sweatshirt. “Stay there until we get home!” And the little girl’s mommy and Weezer loaded the little girl, with the tiny pink bunny, into the car. No one but the little girl and the bunny knew what had transpired.

Then, when the little girl’s mommy unzipped the little girl’s big pink coat, there it was. A huge mound under the little girl’s sweatshirt. Their secret was discovered, and the tiny pink bunny was soon returned to her original home.

The little girl and the tiny pink bunny did not despair, though. They knew that another opportunity would come very soon for them to execute their master plan. They would be together soon.

Sure enough, before long, the little girl and her mommy were back at the tiny pink bunny’s house. As the little girl’s mommy and her Weezer were talking and doing what grownup ladies do, the little girl and the tiny pink bunny revisited their original plan.

“I am not wearing a bulky shirt today, tiny pink bunny,” the little girl said, “so we will have to find another way for you to come to live with me.”

“There!” the tiny pink bunny said. “What is that enormous bag?”

“That? It’s my mommy’s purse,” said the little girl. “That is an excellent idea, tiny pink bunny. It will be somewhat dangerous, since my mommy carries everything but her kitchen sink in that enormous purse, but she certainly will not detect you in there, tiny pink bunny. You, after all, are tiny!”

So later, when the little girl’s mommy was in the other room with the little girl’s Weezer, the little girl grabbed up her precious tiny pink bunny. As quickly as she could, she stashed the tiny pink bunny in her mommy’s enormous purse and, immediately, resumed playing so that no one would suspect anything.

Before long, the time came again for the little girl and her mommy to go home. This time, though, the little girl was ready; her tiny pink bunny friend was already stowed safely in her mommy’s enormous purse. As they left the little girl’s Weezer’s house, the little girl hid a smug grin, for she – and only she – knew of the stowaway.

When the little girl and her mommy got back to their house, the mommy began doing what mommies do when they get home. The little girl stood back at a safe – and inconspicuous – distance, waiting for the chance to free her precious tiny pink bunny. After a moment, though, the secret was uncovered. As the little girl’s mommy opened her purse, she saw something that she knew she had not placed inside the enormous bag.

There, tucked in the midst of a cell phone, a wallet, a calendar, and who knows what else, was a tiny pink bunny.

The little girl’s mommy laughed, and the little girl was pleased. The tiny pink bunny, it seemed, would stay and live with them after all. Everyone was happy, and the little girl and her tiny pink bunny slept a peaceful, contented slumber that night. All was right in the world.

THE END

(This is based on a true story. Leah smuggled the above pink bunny from my mom’s house twice, seemingly determined to have her new friend come live with us. The strange thing is that now that he lives here in our house, Leah seems completely uninterested in him. I keep trying to get a picture of her with him to include in this post, but she won’t play with him. I can’t explain it.)