Spunky the Bunny

I wrote this years ago (so long ago, I can't remember exactly when), but suffice it to say, this is the final incarnation of a story I wrote in 1986 - for my sophomore English class. It's really morphed since then, but so have I.

This story was written as a children's story (at least I think that's what the assignment was). I realize some of the language is above the intended age-range, but since I don't plan on ever seeing this published, it no longer really matters.

Enjoy.

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Spunky the Bunny

Being a bunny takes a lot of effort, but Spunky was a bunny who loved to work at being the best bunny he could be. Spunky ran fast, but sometimes the other bunnies would run faster. That didn’t stop Spunky. He would practice and practice until he could be the fastest bunny. Spunky jumped high, but sometimes the other bunnies would jump higher. That didn’t bother Spunky. He would practice and practice until he could be the highest jumping bunny.

One day Spunky met Roger the squirrel. Roger was the best squirrel he could be. He could climb any tree quicker than all the other squirrels. Spunky watched as Roger climber the tallest tree in the glen and Spunky was very impressed. Later when Roger went home with the other squirrels, Spunky tried to climb that tree. He tried running up the tree but he didn’t make it very far before he fell on his fluffy white tail. That didn’t stop Spunky. He tried jumping up the tree, but he didn’t make it very far before he fell on his fluffy white tail again. That didn’t stop Spunky.

He sat under the tree and thought about how to get up that tree. Then he remembered how Roger had climbed the tree. Roger didn’t run up the tree. Roger didn’t jump up the tree. Roger dug in his little claws and pulled himself up with his own effort. So Spunky used his little bunny claws and his big bunny brain. Slowly but surely he climbed up the tree. Little bit by little bit he inched up the bark. Once, he slipped and slid down the trunk just a little, but that didn’t stop Spunky. He dug in tighter with his little bunny claws and pulled a little harder. It took a long time but Spunky finally reached the first branch of the tree. Only then did Spunky stop and rest.

He looked out across the glen and saw his burrow far below. Spunky was very proud of himself. He looked up to the top of the tree and thought about all the work it took to reach only the first branch. That didn’t stop Spunky. After he rested and created a plan, Spunky started up the tree once more. He couldn’t wait to see the view from the top.