Bunny

Bunny paused, appraising the wolf. He had frozen where he stood but not like a predator getting ready for a choice. He looked almost nervous as if worried she might pounce on him. He was very nice-looking, she decided. His uneven colors deeply contrasted her white. She thought it might be fitting with their chance meeting. She had been stretching her legs and looking for food with the emergence of spring.

“Hi,” she ventured.

His head bowed a bit and he took a moment before answering. “Hello.”

“What’s your name?”

“Wilson.”

“Hi, Wilson. I’m Bunny.”

“You’re not afraid of me?”

“Should I be? You don’t seem so scary.” His eyes looked big and sweet.

“No. I don’t want you to be. I don’t want anyone to be.”

She hopped a little towards him. “Yeah, you seem like a good guy.”

“No one ever thinks that about me. Thank you.”

“Of course. You were out looking for food, too?”

“Yes, I eat only from the stream.”

“Well, let’s go! I was getting real thirsty.”

They walked alongside each other and although Wilson was fairly quiet, she knew there was more to him than meets the eye. He was smart, kind, and deserved a chance like any other animal.