Flopsy, Mopsy and Florence were three of the cutest little bunnies you would ever want to lay your eyes upon- and they couldn’t be happier.
Happy in what way- you ask?
Why “happy” that it was springtime of course.
They were happy too that the sun was shining brightly and it was very warm.
They were happy that the green grass was so lush and soft and tasty.
“Hey!” says Florence-“ What do you two kids want to do today?”
“I know! I know!” says Mopsy “Why don’t we run down to the creek. The new marsh grass looks so sweet and tasty.
“Naw!”- Flopsy screamed, “Let’s go down to Farmer Brown’s barnyard and eat some fresh clover growing next to the big barn door.”
“That sounds good to me.”- chimed in Mopsy.
“Me too!” says Flopsy.
“That makes three!” laughs Florence.
By now all three bunnies were laughing and giggling and slapping one another playfully on the bunny bum.
“I’ll tell Mother we are going exploring” says Florence and off she ran to the Stump House where they lived, to tell Mother of their plans.
Flopsy and Mopsy rolled in the grass waiting for Florence to return. They giggled and laughed even more.
In a couple of minutes Florence returned.
“Mother says it’s okay as long as we’re not late for lunch!”
More giggling ensued as off they ran over the rise near their Big Stump home in the big meadow. They rolled down the hill towards the stream and crossed its fast-running water by scurrying along the trunk of a fallen tree that took them safely to the other side.
A few minutes later they arrived at Farmer Brown’s barnyard. The three bunnies peered through the wooden fence surrounding the yard.
“There! Over there! There’s the clover right next to the door of the big red barn!”-cried Florence.
“Yummy. I can taste it already!”- screamed Mopsy.
“What fun!”- added Flopsy.
The three bunnies wiggled through the slats of the fence and scampered straight to the fresh clover growing next to the barn wall just to the right of the big wooden door.
The bunnies ate heartily and giggled in between munching on luscious clumps of green clover.
Meanwhile, inside the cozy barn, Farmer Brown had just finished harnessing Peggy- his prized Clydesdale. He led Peggy to the barn door flinging it wide open, allowing the bright, warm sunshine to flow inside. As the door swung open on it’s gigantic, iron hinges it slapped heavily and hard against the barn’s wall, right where Flopsy, Mopsy and Florence were nibbling away on the fresh green clover.
S M U C K.
Now, I know of three, cute little bunnies that will never be home in time for lunch today or any day from this day forward.