stepped forward and backward a few times and then landed gently on all fours.
“ Wow,” Jillian said, brushing the hair from her face. “That was awesome!"
Illianna snorted and then smiled, “That did feel good!”
The two sat on the beach, basking in the warm sun. They watched the fluffy white clouds floating overhead. “That one looks like a cupid, and that one looks like a tulip. I think that one over there looks like a rabbit and a baby hedgehog.” Jillian said.
“ Well, where are all of the kits hiding?” a voice said from the edge of the meadow. Jillian looked, and there was a rabbit looking up to the clouds. “That one looks like a heart,” the rabbit said, pointing to a cloud, and then realizing that Jillian was staring at her. Jillian didn't look at the clouds. She couldn't stop looking at the rabbit. What was it about her?
“It isn't polite to stare, dear,” she said softly and set back down on all fours. “I just came to see what all of the commotion was. I had better get back,” she said, and started to hop away.
“ Oh, I'm sorry,” Jillian yelled after her.
“ It's time for my youngins' class,” the rabbit said, turning to Jillian. Her forehead wrinkled with expression, as if in thought. “Would you like to join us?” she said to Jillian and Illianna.
“ Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you!” Jillian said with a smile.
“ That certainly is a beautiful necklace you possess,” the bunny said as they walked.
“ Oh, I am Jillian, and this is Illianna. That is why I am here,” Jillian said. The bunny stopped hopping, and she and Illianna bowed to each other, smiling. She motioned to Illianna, who bent down so she could climb onto her back.
“ I am Mirabella. Please, may I see it?” The bunny asked.
“ Sure,” Jillian said as she took the pouch off.
The bunny looked at it, sniffed it, wiggled her whiskers and said, “What is in the bag is extraordinarily special. It will bring you much joy throughout your life.”
“ How do you know that?” Jillian said.
“ It is yours, isn’t it? There are others. I know you will use it wisely,” the bunny began combing the fur behind her ears with her paw.
“ Craccckkkkk!” The sound of thunder made Jillian jump. They looked to the meadow, and hanging low in the air was a black cloud. Rain was pouring down, right below it. Mirabella giggled. Jillian was puzzled. It was a strange cloud, and so was Mirabella’s response.
“ The poor bees,” Mirabella sighed.
“ What’s so funny?” Jillian said looking at the one lonely, black cloud.
“ Well, the bees and butterflies can’t fly in the rain. The butterflies don’t seem to care. They just go with the flow; they will hang out on branches and bushes until the storm is over. But oh those bees! They are so busy, and when they can’t do what they want, like collect for the hive, they get so mad.”
“ Boy, I know how they feel,” Jillian said. “Sometimes I think I’m gonna go crazy if something doesn’t happen the way I want. I just scream and shout, and then everyone else gets all upset. The feelings inside of me are so enormous. I’ve wondered if I could actually explode all over the place. And there would be no more Jillian, just a giant mess to clean up,” Jillian said as she stared at the cloud, shaking her head with a frown.
“ Sooner or later the bees learn,” Mirabella said nodding her head at Illianna.
“ Learn what?” Jillian asked as she squinted, trying to see into the rain.
“ That everything has a purpose. Without the rain, the flowers wouldn’t grow. So it certainly doesn’t make any sense to waste their energy being angry.”
“ You know there is a game you can play too, Jillian!” Illianna said with a smile.
Jillian shrugged her shoulders. “What game?”
“ The Hmmm game,” Mirabella said, pointing at the
“ Wow,” Jillian said, brushing the hair from her face. “That was awesome!"
Illianna snorted and then smiled, “That did feel good!”
The two sat on the beach, basking in the warm sun. They watched the fluffy white clouds floating overhead. “That one looks like a cupid, and that one looks like a tulip. I think that one over there looks like a rabbit and a baby hedgehog.” Jillian said.
“ Well, where are all of the kits hiding?” a voice said from the edge of the meadow. Jillian looked, and there was a rabbit looking up to the clouds. “That one looks like a heart,” the rabbit said, pointing to a cloud, and then realizing that Jillian was staring at her. Jillian didn't look at the clouds. She couldn't stop looking at the rabbit. What was it about her?
“It isn't polite to stare, dear,” she said softly and set back down on all fours. “I just came to see what all of the commotion was. I had better get back,” she said, and started to hop away.
“ Oh, I'm sorry,” Jillian yelled after her.
“ It's time for my youngins' class,” the rabbit said, turning to Jillian. Her forehead wrinkled with expression, as if in thought. “Would you like to join us?” she said to Jillian and Illianna.
“ Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you!” Jillian said with a smile.
“ That certainly is a beautiful necklace you possess,” the bunny said as they walked.
“ Oh, I am Jillian, and this is Illianna. That is why I am here,” Jillian said. The bunny stopped hopping, and she and Illianna bowed to each other, smiling. She motioned to Illianna, who bent down so she could climb onto her back.
“ I am Mirabella. Please, may I see it?” The bunny asked.
“ Sure,” Jillian said as she took the pouch off.
The bunny looked at it, sniffed it, wiggled her whiskers and said, “What is in the bag is extraordinarily special. It will bring you much joy throughout your life.”
“ How do you know that?” Jillian said.
“ It is yours, isn’t it? There are others. I know you will use it wisely,” the bunny began combing the fur behind her ears with her paw.
“ Craccckkkkk!” The sound of thunder made Jillian jump. They looked to the meadow, and hanging low in the air was a black cloud. Rain was pouring down, right below it. Mirabella giggled. Jillian was puzzled. It was a strange cloud, and so was Mirabella’s response.
“ The poor bees,” Mirabella sighed.
“ What’s so funny?” Jillian said looking at the one lonely, black cloud.
“ Well, the bees and butterflies can’t fly in the rain. The butterflies don’t seem to care. They just go with the flow; they will hang out on branches and bushes until the storm is over. But oh those bees! They are so busy, and when they can’t do what they want, like collect for the hive, they get so mad.”
“ Boy, I know how they feel,” Jillian said. “Sometimes I think I’m gonna go crazy if something doesn’t happen the way I want. I just scream and shout, and then everyone else gets all upset. The feelings inside of me are so enormous. I’ve wondered if I could actually explode all over the place. And there would be no more Jillian, just a giant mess to clean up,” Jillian said as she stared at the cloud, shaking her head with a frown.
“ Sooner or later the bees learn,” Mirabella said nodding her head at Illianna.
“ Learn what?” Jillian asked as she squinted, trying to see into the rain.
“ That everything has a purpose. Without the rain, the flowers wouldn’t grow. So it certainly doesn’t make any sense to waste their energy being angry.”
“ You know there is a game you can play too, Jillian!” Illianna said with a smile.
Jillian shrugged her shoulders. “What game?”
“ The Hmmm game,” Mirabella said, pointing at the
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