The One Small Rabbit

 "What was that!" a short man with an axe yelled. Who was in the middle of a swing to chop down a tree, to get some apples, when he saw something moving in a bush nearby.
            "Who's there!" he yelled. The tall man approached the bush with caution not knowing what he was about to see. The man pushed aside the bushes brambles, only to see a small rabbit hiding inside. But little did he know that I, the small rabbit was protecting a tree close by, in front of the tree was a small thousand year old raspberry bush blending into the tree.
 
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Goaliegirl

VT

14 years old

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