by Jenna M.
Age 8
Chapter 1
The Fire
The bunny was curled up in a chair reading a book.
"Hmm," she said. "Something smells funny."
Suddenly the bunny heard, BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! FIRE!
"Oh no!" the bunny screamed.
She ran to her phone and called 911. Then she dashed outside. In a few minutes a great red fire truck stopped outside of her house. Five burly men hopped out. There was a monkey, a bull, a ram, a goat, and a boar. The monkey ran over to her.
"Where's the fire?" he asked her.
"It's downstairs in the cellar food storage room," she replied.
"Ok," he said. Then he and his companions ran into the house. The bunny stayed outside. She had been given strict instructions to do so. After about 45 minutes the firemen came back out.
"Some of your dried out carrots caught on fire," the bull told her.
"Thank you so much! Would you like to stay for tea?"
They all said no, all except for the monkey. So the bunny and the monkey sat down and had tea with big lumps of sugar.
"I'm an assistant fireman," he told her. "That means I sometimes help out with fires, but I don't have it as a full time job."
"Cool," said the bunny.
"Do you want to be friends?" asked the monkey.
"Sure!"
Chapter 2
The Letter
The bunny slipped her letter into an envelope and walked outside to mail it. It was a sunny morning. As the bunny strolled across her lawn, she hoped the monkey would say yes.
"Now, don't start to think you like him," she told herself. But she couldn't help it. He had saved her from a fire. After looking his house up on a map and deciding it was not too far, the bunny walked to the monkey's house and put the letter into his mailbox. Then she walked up to the monkey's front door, knocked, and then ran and hid in a bush.
The door opened. The monkey looked around.
"Hmm," he said to himself. "I was sure I heard the door."
He looked around another time. Seeing his mailbox he exclaimed, "By golly! I haven't got my mail yet!"
The monkey almost ran over to his mailbox. (The monkey loves mail). He opened the little door and pulled out three things. A bill, a letter, and an envelope. The monkey ran inside, read the letter, tore open the envelope and read:
Dear Monkey,
Hey, thank you so, so, so much for saving me. In return, would you like to come over for breakfast tomorrow? Not to boast, but I'm an excellent cook.
Love, Your friend and admirer, Kathy the bunny.
"Say!" the monkey yelled. "I think she actually likes me!"
"Ah, I see," the bunny said from inside the bush. "He likes me."
Chapter 3
Carrot Stoop and Banana Bash
The next day the monkey came over for breakfast. He was really jacked up. The bunny escorted him to her wooden table.
"Good morning," she said politely.
"Morning," the monkey boomed happily.
"I hope you like bananas," the bunny told him.
"Bananas?" the monkey shouted. "I love those things! They're a monkey's best friend."
"Good," the bunny said, bringing over a heaping plate of halfway mashed bananas, slightly nuked and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar.
"Yum!" the monkey yelled, and dug in.
The bunny brought a small bowl over to the table and set it in front of the monkey.
"What's that?" the monkey asked her.
"A little extra cinnamon and sugar," she replied.
A moment later the bunny was back again with a large pot and a ceramic bowl. Then she brought over some more of those delicious bananas.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," she said, and went and got another small bowl.
At last the bunny sat down. She ladled some of the stuff in the pot into the bowl, picked up something from one of the little bowls, and sprinkled it into her bowl.
"What in the world is that?" the monkey asked.
"Carrot stoop," the bunny replied, taking a bite.
"Why stoop?"
"It's a cross between soup and stew," the bunny answered.
Eventually the monkey got up and left, and the bunny cleared the table.
"Wait," the monkey said.
"Yes?"
"Before I go, what is that banana thingy called?"
"Banana Bash," she told him.
The monkey thanked her and left.
Chapter 4
Soggy as a Doggy
Ding, Dong went the doorbell. The bunny opened it. The rain was pouring down and there stood the monkey. He was drenched and shivering, but he still had a grin on his face.
"Oh no!" the bunny cried, and hurriedly let him in. Inside, the monkey stood there dripping.
"Oh, my," the bunny said. She ran and got him a fuzzy towel. In a minute, he was quite warm and dry.
"Sure is wet out there," the monkey commented.
They sat around the fire and were very cozy until the monkey felt he had to splash in puddles. So he got on his rain coat and boots. His raincoat was yellow, his boots a bright fire engine red.
The bunny had no choice but to go with him. (He had said if she didn't he would drag her outside anyway). So the bunny put on her raincoat and boots. Her raincoat was light pink, her boots hot pink with black polka-dots.
They went outside and splashed. After awhile it didn't really matter that they had on their raincoats and boots they were so wet. After a long time, they finally went inside.
"We are soggy as a doggy," the monkey declared.
"Indeed we are," the bunny agreed.
They dried off by the fire and sipped creamy hot chocolate with little marshmallows and were cozy.
Chapter 5
Bad News
It was another rainy day. The bunny was reading a book called The Mine. Suddenly there came a knock on the door. The bunny got up and opened the door. The monkey ran in as soon as the door was opened.
"Bad news," he panted, sitting down hard on the bunny's creamy white couch.
"What?" the bunny said.
"I'm going to have to move," the monkey said sadly.
"Oh, no! That can't happen!" cried the bunny.
She disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared again, holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a bag of mini marshmallows. They drank their hot chocolate in silence. The silence was broken when the bunny had a question.
"Why do you have to go?" she asked.
"I need a better job than a fireman assistant," he replied.
"Where are you going?"
"To an island in the Pacific Sea. Quite a large island if you ask me," the monkey said.
"How long does it take to get there?"
"About five hours," he answered.
"Do you think I could move to the island too?" the bunny asked tentatively.
"Of course! That's a great idea!" the monkey shouted.
"Ok," the bunny said. "I'll meet you there."
The End
About the author:
Jenna M. is 8 years old and loves to read and write stories. She is hoping to be a writer when she grows up, and she thinks of new story ideas almost every day.
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