This story has a twist on the end. I started writing about a rabbit I saw as a kid. It’s a good thing that the white rabbit from my childhood didn’t end up as the one in my story.
Don’t get upset. This is a work of fiction.
I don’t know why, but in this story, the bunny had to die.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
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