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Living in the city no one ever saw a bunny. I saw 

squirrels and birds but no bunnies. Until one day, 

happily hopping along, he came to visit me. He 

would graze on grass and drink from the bird 

bath. He always made me laugh and that is why I 

call him Funny Urban Bunny.

I fed Funny Urban Bunny 

carrots by hand. He felt safe with me, 

he knew I would never harm him. We were 

friends. He would come running looking for a 

carrot when he saw me. Wiggling his whisker's, of 

course.

One day a storm began to brew. All the animals 

ran for shelter. I told Funny Urban Bunny to hide 

under the porch. He would be safe there until the 

storm passed. He was just a little bunny, born in 

spring only a few weeks before.

The next day, he was happily hopping along in the 

garden again. Funny Urban Bunny survived his 

first storm without a scratch. He ran under the 

fence and into my neighbors yard and then he ran 

across the street into another yard. He was funny, 

always exploring the neighborhood.

Funny Urban Bunny munched 

on my flowers and munched on 

my neighbor's vegetables. As he 

ate, his whisker's would wiggle. 

And his little nose wiggled too.

Funny Urban Bunny

made friends with other animals 

in the neighborhood. They played all

day until it became dark. Then he scurried under 

the fence, into the tall grass to go to sleep. He was 

just a little bunny and needed his rest. 

During the hot summer days,

Funny Urban Bunny

looked around for a 

cool place to rest. He especially liked to

sit under my apple tree and play 

with butterflies and bees. 

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