Diego the Fuzzy Little Bunny

Ok so here we go again. I have no brain power and nothing to say, not to mention a splitting headache. So this could be rough. Prepare yourself.

 

Well once upon a time

There was a fuzzy little bunny. His name was Diego. He was from Puerto Rico.  However as much Diego loved his homeland, he felt that his life needed a change. So when he turned eighteen (weeks), he set off for America, waving goodbye to his enormous family as they sat stealthily in the grass along the docks. He could see their twitching ears still hailing him lovingly from the shore for a long time as the ship set off; for bunnies have good eyesight on account of their eating so many carrots.

Diego the fuzzy little bunny breathed deeply the salty sea air, flicking his whiskers and dreaming of the freedom a young rabbit could find waiting for him in America.

The sea voyage was full of happy memories for Diego. During the day he would dash about the decks and scare the ladies as they clicked about the promenade in high heels. Then he would zip in an out of the gentlemen’s legs as they talked in deep voices, often startling them into dropping tidbits of food. His nights were filled with raiding the chef’s store cupboards, feasting and growing nice and fat. Diego thought that he would almost be sad to leave the ship.

But when he heard from some of the Humans that land was in site, Diego forgot his qualms and raced up to the deck. He gasped at the sight of the beautiful landscape, the tears streaming down his fuzzy bunny face.

  “Only a bit longer now, and I shall find my adventure!” He declared passionately as the boat docked on the banks of Diego’s dreamland.