Little Bobby rabbit and the fox

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Little Bobby rabbit's friends are making mud pies and suddenly are in danger when they go with a stranger

Submitted: August 27, 2015

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Submitted: August 27, 2015




It was a fine day at Carrot Patch, about the first fine day they’d had in a fortnight and Bobby’s mother told him that he could and should go outside to play; and he could even go to the park if he wanted to. Bobby was delighted, especially since he had not been able to set foot out of the burrow for two weeks and he was getting bored, and truth to tell, his mother was relieved that Bobby would be able to go outside because although he was a lovable little fella, he was a bit of a handful when he was bored. Before Bobby went out to play, his mother said “Now, Bobby, don’t go anywhere else but the front yard, the back yard or the park and most importantly, don’t speak to any strangers, no matter how friendly they seem; they may have evil intentions.” Bobby promised all this, and gleefully hopped off to the park. When he got there, two of his very best friends, Moppy and Floppy were already there making mud pies. Moppy got his name because he had a tuft of hair that looked like a mop and Floppy got her name because of her long, floppy ears and as soon as Moppy noticed him, he said “Hi, Bobby, wanna come join us? It’s been raining, so the mud’s a bit sloppier, but it’s still good for making pies.” Bobby readily agreed, knowing he was only wearing his least valuable knickerbockers. They had several big patches all over them and his mother had said that they probably wouldn’t last past that year, so he knew it wouldn’t matter how filthy they became. “This is fun, isn’t it, Bobby?” said Floppy. They hadn’t been playing for very long when a huge shadow was cast over them and they heard a gruff voice saying “Hmm, making mud pies, I see. I’m sure they’re delicious, but not as delicious as rabbit pie.” Bobby suddenly realized it was Mr Fox, and he became very nervous. If he’d been alone, he would have scurried off home then and there, but he was not going to desert his friends when there was someone there who was planning to have them for dinner “Anyway” the gruff voice continued “my mother is very sick in hospital and I reckon it would be nice to bring her a bunch of flowers. Trouble is, flowers always grow too close to the ground for my poor, arthritic back, so I’ll need your help to pick them. You can also choose the flowers.” Moppy and Floppy agreed to go with him, not knowing his real intentions but Bobby was a lot brighter and less gullible than either of them. He followed them and just like he suspected Mr Fox took them into his house to get them ready to eat. As soon as the door started to shut, he flung it open. Mr Fox thought it would be an easy thing to get rid of the intruder, but most unfortunately for him, he found out too late that Bobby must have been taking “Boxing”, “Karate” and “Self-defence” lessons and although he was a heck of a lot smaller than Mr Fox, he was a lot quicker and brighter. He blocked every attack Mr Fox tried to dish out and turned all his moves against him and soon had him defeated and tied him up and bundled him into a cupboard.  Moppy and Floppy rushed into his arms and he took them home, and when Moppy and Floppy’s mother heard about their scary adventure, she knew what a fright they must have had and didn’t have the heart to scold them but she said kindly but firmly “Well, that’s why I tell you never to go with strangers. I hope you’ve learnt your lesson about that.”, and they both promised their mother they would never, ever, ever go with a stranger again, and they never did unless their mother said it was okay. Bobby then went home and told his mother about his adventures, and he ended the story with “Well, Mum, although I don’t really enjoy my “Karate” lessons, now I see it’s just as well I’ve been taking them.” His mother laughed and hugged him, in spite of how muddy his knickerbockers were. In his mother’s eyes at least, he was a hero.


(By Shelley Goodman. Written on the 5th of May 2011)

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