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Once upon a time (as all stories go) there was a Bunny.
he was a mixed up beauty of techni-coloured fur, fluffy and bold,
with the tips of his ears a soft orange.
oh romance of such a bunny birth. charm.
that bunny was soft and strong, kind, willing and pouring,
with a wriggly nose and comfy, padded toes.
as all adventurous bunnies do, he wore a crown on his (cute) head
which made his ears flop a little, like a rabbit on a windy day.
his crown sparkled in sun drops and rain, and always warmly glinted
like a faraway star on cloudless nights. the bunny didn't exactly know how
he and his crown came to be, he simply stumbled upon something new back in a november
sometime ago. he was hopping merrily up a soft incline
one winter afternoon thinking aloud to himself to the sky,
how sweet grass smells under his paws. like the grass, his crown is as fondly snug.
he found it tucked away in a conversation of a box
unfamiliar and unrecognised, but genuinely golden lain across the sweeping grass
over on a hill. immediately artifact and knowledge was his,
and his head was its wonderful home.

Description
Once upon a time (as all stories go) there was a Bunny.
he was a mixed up beauty of techni-coloured fur, fluffy and bold,
with the tips of his ears a soft orange.
oh romance of such a bunny birth. charm.
that bunny was soft and strong, kind, willing and pouring,
with a wriggly nose and comfy, padded toes.
as all adventurous bunnies do, he wore a crown on his (cute) head
which made his ears flop a little, like a rabbit on a windy day.
his crown sparkled in sun drops and rain, and always warmly glinted
like a faraway star on cloudless nights. the bunny didn't exactly know how
he and his crown came to be, he simply stumbled upon something new back in a november
sometime ago. he was hopping merrily up a soft incline
one winter afternoon thinking aloud to himself to the sky,
how sweet grass smells under his paws. like the grass, his crown is as fondly snug.
he found it tucked away in a conversation of a box
unfamiliar and unrecognised, but genuinely golden lain across the sweeping grass
over on a hill. immediately artifact and knowledge was his,
and his head was its wonderful home.