kirsterz09
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wow what a wonderful read, I'm really enjoying it, you are very talented! Can't wait to hear some more.
"Where are the brussel sprouts? I couldâve sworn I bought brussel sprouts the last time I went to the grocery store!" Mom is rooting through the drawers in the bottom of the fridge.
Libby grins at me.
So far that rabbit has saved us from eating spinach, broccoli, and now brussel sprouts. I fed him the last sprout this afternoon after school. But Iâd rather eat those brussel sprouts with liver and onions than admit that rabbit has done me a favour.
Just then Libby says, "I have an idea!"
"What?" At that moment, Iâd take any idea that didnât involve my bare arms and rose thorns.
"Hold on!" She runs into the house. A moment later she comes back carrying a banana.
"A banana? Rabbits donât eat bananas! Monkeys eat bananas!"
She peels the banana and holds it out to the rabbit. He sniffs eagerly, takes a cautious step forward, then another.
"Come here, Tiny," Libby says. "Come get the nummy banana."
Soon enough Tiny is hopping after Libby and the banana, right into the house, upthe stairs,and into my bedroom. She breaks off a piece of banana and puts it in his dish. He gobbles it up, his whole body twitching with what looks like genuine pleasure.
"Lemme guess," I say. "The book says rabbits can eat bananas?"
Libby grins and nods.
My sister was, once again, bordering on brilliance. Not that Iâd tell her that. Iâd rather stick a fork in an electrical socket.
All I can do is trudge up the stairs behind Mom and meet my doom. I try to think of what I'll say when she finds the rabbit:
"What rabbit? I don't see any rabbit!"
Or maybe:
"Libby, I told you not to leave the back door open after school!"
Or what about:
"It's just like the Velveteen Rabbit! Look! Tiny Junior has transformed into a real bunny!"
"Mr. Wuzzy!" Libbyâs shrill voice wakes me the next morning.
I groan. It would be so nice, for just one morning, not to wake up to Libby in my bedroom. I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Then I remember: The teddy bear! I sit up, imagining what the rabbit has done to it overnight. Mounds of stuffing cover the closet floor, all thatâs left of the bear. "Is something wrong with Mr. Wuzzy?"
"No." Libby gives me a look like Iâve gone crazy. "Mr. Wuzzy and Tiny are just so cute! Aw! Tinyâs licking Mr. Wuzzyâs ears! Aw! Drew! Come look!"
I groan and roll over. "Yeah, Libby. Really cute. Seen it before."
Libby runs into the house first. "Tiny! Weâre home!" she shrills.
"Heâs not a dog," I say, hanging up my backpack. But just as the words are out of my mouth, the rabbit comes hopping down the hallway, his long ears pricked forward, eager to see us.
"Tiny!" Libby cries at the same time I choke out, "What is that rabbit doing out of the closet?"
The rabbit slides to a stop on the smooth tile floor and wiggles his nose at us. Then he turns and runs back down the hall and into the kitchen.
I groan. How many puddles of pee will I have to clean up today? And how many of them are on my bed?