Cinder’s Story: The Rabbit

by Harry Harry
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Rabbit

The first thing I remember is who made me. It was my mom who sewed me, who took the time to make sure every stitch was perfect. She gave me a beautiful pink dress and matching shoes that were too big for my feet so I could wear them as they grew up. She brushed and braided my hair into two long pigtails with ribbons on top of each one so that when she would hold onto them, we would fly through the air like princesses.

This is Cinder’s story: The Rabbit who made me princess.

The first thing I remember is who made me. It was my mom who sewed me, who took the time to make sure every stitch was perfect. She gave me a beautiful pink dress and matching shoes that were too big for my feet so I could wear them as they grew up. She brushed and braided my hair into two long pigtails with ribbons on top of each one so that when she would hold onto them, we would fly through the air like princesses.

It’s not hard to fall in love with someone who takes care of you like this but it breaks your heart all over again when you realize how much they loved you before they died – when it hit her just what she had done.

I don’t know who I was supposed to be before that day, but the minute she finished making me and wrapped my body in her arms, it became clear who I would become after: a princess who needed saving. And we both knew just who to ask for help.”

“The first thing I remember is who made me. It was my mom who sewed me, who took the time to make sure every stitch was perfect. She gave me a beautiful pink dress and matching shoes that were too big for my feet so I could wear them as they grew up.” “It’s not hard to fall in love with someone who takes care of you like this but it breaks your heart all over again when they die. I don’t know who made me, but my mom was who owned me.”

“I don’t remember who he is and it’s hard to believe that we were ever friends at all when the only thing he wanted from me was a family of his own. But if you’re gonna tell someone something like that, then you have to be ready for what they might say back.” “My name is Cinder and this is my story about who loved my before they died – because she couldn’t live without them anymore.” The rabbit is in love with the prince so much after being saved by him that she can’t help herself: every night she sneaks over to his palace gates as soon as everyone falls asleep and hops into the garden. But one night, she hears her family who live in a nearby field calling out for her

they need help with their hoary who is pinned by an owl.

The next day, as soon as everyone falls asleep again, the rabbit returns to see her prince and tell him about what happened that morning–only this time he’s not there at all! The king has killed them both because he said “the princess was betraying his son”! And then when Cinder tries to find where her beloved’s body lies so she can mourn it properly alongside hers…she learns that his father had hurriedly disposed of any trace of him! She vows revenge on the evil man who took away everything from

In the center of our hay field is a rabbit who never moves. I am not sure if he’s dead or waiting for us to feed him, but one day when we were out walking with my brother and sister, they found a carrot on top of his head. My little sister who was two then said in her sweet voice that she wanted to give it to “the poor thing who lives there” so we all agreed and ran over excitedly to see what would happen next. He didn’t move. We left the carrot on his head even though he showed no sign of help-ing himself; it seemed like an awfully kind gesture at the time because rabbits are known for being cunning creatures who can be difficult

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