Little Bunny, Big Meaning
Little Bunny, Big Meaning
One day, looking threw a china cabinet, I say little, white ears sticking out of an old, china tea cup. The ears had a tint of grey, and they were a little torn. I reached in to grab them, and just as a magician would pull a white rabbit out of his or her hat, I pulled out a little stuffed bunny. I had seen this adorable toy before. I had then remembered play with the toy over the years. I thought about all the placed I had taken that little bunny, whether we were going out to eat, to visit my relatives, or just in my front yard to play. No matter the place I was going, that little, six-inch tall bunny was right there with me. When we played in the yard, I would pretend the bunny was a little orphan, in search of his parents. Sadly, the bunny never found them, but I would tell the bunny it was my friend and I that would take care of it. I tried to remember where I had gotten the bunny. I could not remember, if I had received it as a gift, If I had found it, or maybe I bought it; all I knew was I could not remember. I decided to ask my mom, I figured she would have known. I walked into the kitchen, where my mom was preparing our lunch. She noticed what was in my hands and said, “Oh! You found your baby rabbit.” I replied, “Yes.” I then questioned where, when, and why I had gotten it. She had said I got it for Easter and it was from her and my dad. I replied, “So, it was a present?” She agreed by told me it was not just an ordinary gift. She explained how I was born three months premature, in January, but I had to stay at the hospital until I was six months old. I received that bunny when I was about two months old. So, that little bunny had literally been with me through thick and thin. Thought the bunny was small, it was also a big friend and held a large spot in my heart. I decided to put the bunny in my room. I placed it a heart, held by two stuffed hears, stood
One day, looking threw a china cabinet, I say little, white ears sticking out of an old, china tea cup. The ears had a tint of grey, and they were a little torn. I reached in to grab them, and just as a magician would pull a white rabbit out of his or her hat, I pulled out a little stuffed bunny. I had seen this adorable toy before. I had then remembered play with the toy over the years. I thought about all the placed I had taken that little bunny, whether we were going out to eat, to visit my relatives, or just in my front yard to play. No matter the place I was going, that little, six-inch tall bunny was right there with me. When we played in the yard, I would pretend the bunny was a little orphan, in search of his parents. Sadly, the bunny never found them, but I would tell the bunny it was my friend and I that would take care of it. I tried to remember where I had gotten the bunny. I could not remember, if I had received it as a gift, If I had found it, or maybe I bought it; all I knew was I could not remember. I decided to ask my mom, I figured she would have known. I walked into the kitchen, where my mom was preparing our lunch. She noticed what was in my hands and said, “Oh! You found your baby rabbit.” I replied, “Yes.” I then questioned where, when, and why I had gotten it. She had said I got it for Easter and it was from her and my dad. I replied, “So, it was a present?” She agreed by told me it was not just an ordinary gift. She explained how I was born three months premature, in January, but I had to stay at the hospital until I was six months old. I received that bunny when I was about two months old. So, that little bunny had literally been with me through thick and thin. Thought the bunny was small, it was also a big friend and held a large spot in my heart. I decided to put the bunny in my room. I placed it a heart, held by two stuffed hears, stood