I searched the house high and low. I even checked the freezer, but I couldn't find my bottle of gin. I looked under the couch, in the bed, bathtub, and in my garden.
No luck!
I had been searching for it all day. Suddenly, disappointed and sulking because I knew I couldn't get through the night without my gin; I collapsed on the sofa, exhausted.
Then I realized something!
Hoppy, my rabbit had been unusually quiet all day, so I checked his cage.
What a sight!
There Hoppy was, curled up, drunk!
Hoppy had drank the entire bottle of gin!
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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In the heart of the dense forest, where ancient trees intertwined their branches like old friends holding hands, there lived a solitary white wolf. His name was Aeron, a creature of unmatched beauty with fur as pure as freshly fallen snow. Yet, his beauty was veiled by an aura of loneliness that lingered around him like a haunting melody.
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If ever there were a story that was to sum up my sister, then this one is the very one!
Haha well if you don't enjoy it someone else will 😄😭