Once upon a time, in a land quite different from ours, there lay a little creature. It had long waggly ears, a cute pink nose and an adorable puff of a tail. Many would say that this creature would be akin to that of rabbits in our world but alas this one was a bit different. Unlike the snow-white fur that was characteristic of the rabbits we usually relate to, this creature had purple spotted fur with yellow stripes all along her body; there was so much of a clash it seemed as though that each design was actually fighting for a place on that small area of fur. It was therefore understandable that this poor little creature (who I shall from now on call Bunny simply because of its ease) was a lonely and sad one. Her existence lay in the compound of her small habitat and this gave her very little chance to explore the big, big world. Having never really ventured out for fear of being ridiculed, Bunny had no friends or companionship. Interestingly enough having never had any friends, she didn't particularly understand the concept of it. It seemed almost as alien a concept to her as the concept that Manchester United was a good football team. So understandably she was one perplexed bunny.
Now Bunny was a very habitual character - she always woke up as the sun rose and went about her day with as much gusto as one could expect from a female on a good day. A ritual she absolutely never missed was her pot of good ol' hot taro green milk tea which she made sure she savoured to the last drop. Filled with the aroma of the tea and the warmth of her cosy fire, her home exuded the warmth that gently beckoned for company which was distinctly odd since she was rather lacking in that area.
to be continued.... *narrator needs to watch TV!* =)
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