Guest Post by Snowball Rabbit

The sounds of a scampering step sounded in the empty Crazy A studio.  The chair marked with a teal A was empty, and the table had scattered papers on it.  A little white creature pushed the chair back, and climbed into it.

“Oh, bother her!” It said, as it had to make the chair higher to look over the table.  A red light flickered at intervals, and Snowball looked at it.  “Wonder what that thing is.  Hullo?  Hmm, no one’s here.  What was Amie thinking when she told me to come in here alone?  Doesn’t she know I’m a rabbit?

Well, we’ll have to make the best of it.  What are these papers?  Hmm, White Christmas?  What’s that for?  Iraq soldier song?  What is going on in Amie’s brain?  Here’s a notebook.  That might help and tell me what to do.”  Snowball squinted at the paper.

Looking in the mirror and what do I see?

Eyes too big and a noise that doesn’t suit nicely.

Looking in the mirror, I’m not sure I’m happy

With what’s looking back at me.

“Bah!  Nonsense.  I always knew Amie was full of nonsense.  I mean, just read her blog.  Apparently she’s expecting me to make a post that will fill her blog with amazing readers.  This must be her poetry journal.  Let’s find the next paper.

Cara Elisabeth,

Salve! Ego scribere humus scholae.  Latin purūs lingua…

What is this?  Another language?  I’ve only been taught to read English.  Let’s see…Hmm, notes about essays, written essays, a blog post she’s already posted, questions for friends…WHY DOESN’T AMIE WRITE JUICY TIDBITS?  Now I know why she bribed me with bananas to write this post.

MORE POETRY?  I need to tell her to stop.  Listen to this nonsense.

A simple prayer

Isn’t enough

A small little whisper

wasn’t tough

Sounds like more stuff to find in greeting cards.  Hey hey!  Here are some good short stories…I know exactly what I’ll do.  Now, how do you turn on the mic?  HELLO?  Sound man?  What, you’re not a man?  And I’ve been rolling this whole time?  Uh-oh, Amie’s going to be mad…Well, I’ll do what she asked anyway.

An Unseen Frank

by Snowball Rabbit

Twice upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a boy named Augustine Terrance Lumpus.  All together he was a nice boy, though, of course he did steal from the cookie jar, but that was slender.  And perhaps he did forget to clean behind his ears, but that didn’t make him a bad boy, did it?  Augustine was known by all as an altogether pleasant chap, fun fellow, a chummy comrade.

Augustine was an only child, and as close to an orphan as a child with two parents can get.  His parents were constantly globe-trotting, and having a good time at social events while poor Augustine Terrence was left all alone in their large, dark house.  That is why Augustine firmly believed in the unseen.  So firmly, that Augustine constantly had conversations with the unseen.  Why, he had five unseen brother named Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Frank.  Of course, when he had named them, he hadn’t known there was only four gospels.  He was pretty sure he had heard about the gospel of Frank in his Sunday school class, but he wasn’t quite sure.

On this particular day, his unseen brothers were playing with him in the garden.  It was Frank’s turn to hide, and they all had to seek him.

“Now Frank,” Gus, as his brothers called him, said.  “Don’t hide too hard or I’ll never find you.”  Frank simply nodded his unseen head, and bounded unseen away.  Now, Augustine knew the rules of hide and seek, but he didn’t know exactly the right way to count to fifty, so he counted until he felt fifty had passed.

“One another number, two another number, three another number, four another number, five another number.  Do you think that’s enough, John?” When John nodded his unseen head, Augustine marched to find unseen Frank, with the help of unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and, of course, John.

“Where, oh where can he be?” Augustine sang, skipping down the garden path, knowing that his unseen friends were having just as much unseen fun as he was.  They looked high and low, in the bushes and in the trees, but Frank wasn’t in the garden.

“Dear oh dear!  Where could Frank have wondered off to?” Augustine worried, pulling at his little golden curls.  “I know!  He has gone to the park to play.  Come on, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.”

Together they crossed the busy streets, almost being run over, and made it five blocks away to the park.  Augustine bravely walked in, and set to looking for lost, unseen Frank. The bushes seemed the best hiding place for Frank, and there were so many, so Augustine fell to work.

Finally, he came to the very last bush.  It was a very large bush, so Augustine would have to walk all the way around it.  As he did so, he called Frank’s name.

“Hullo!  How do you know my name, chap?” A boy asked, looking up from his book with big, questioning eyes.  Augustine stopped in his tracks.

“Are you my Frank?” Augustine asked.

“I dunno.  Are you my Gus?” Frank asked, though he seemed to be teasing.

“That’s what my Frank calls me.  Oh, Frank, you’ve become seen!” Augustine threw his arms around the older boy’s neck, and the boy looked startled.

“I do declare, this chap’s off his rocker, but he can’t harm me.  There, Gus, what is your real name?”

“Augustine Terrance Lumpus, sir.  And I’m not the second, nor the third.  I’m simply the only Augustine Terrance Lumpus.”

“Well, aren’t you something?  Where is your mum?” Frank asked, standing up and offering his hand to the young fellow.

“I don’t know.  Probably at some luncheon.  She’s very busy,” Augustine explained.  Frank wisely said nothing, simply started off in the well-known direction of the Lumpus establishment.

“I’m really very surprised you became seen, Frank,” Augustine started the conversation again.

“And what do you mean be seen?” Frank asked.  “I’ve always been seen.”

“By me, yes, but no one else had eyes to see you seen, you know,” Augustine said confidently.  “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you so.”

Frank didn’t know what to think, so he did the only thing sensible boys would do…He asked a question.  “What does unseen mean, chap?”

“Unseen things are like God.  Only certain people can see God.  And even then they don’t really see God, they just know He’s there because He shows himself to them.  God can’t make Himself seen like you did, Frank, because He’s so bright He’d hurt our eyes.”

“Is that so?” Frank asked, thinking that the reason we couldn’t see God was because of our own sinfulness, not God’s brightness.

“Oh, yes.  You see, God is very bright, and we are used to the very dark.  So when the brightness of God comes to close to our very dark, our very dark isn’t very dark anymore.  It’s as black as pitch.  You know, so black that it’s purple?”

“Ah, I see.”

“Yes, it makes it easier to see now that you’re seen, doesn’t it?  But seeing the unseen is only for people who have eyes to see, and choose to use those eyes.  You’re my own unseen Frank made seen.”

Frank smiled down at the little boy.  He didn’t know how to answer to this absurdness, but he liked it anyway. “Now, where are unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John?” Augstine asked, and Frank looked stumped.

The End

Cut! CUT!  Whew, that’s over.  Now, I hope no one notices that’s an unfinished story.  Amie really should work harder on finishing her short stories.  Well, sound woman, our job is done.  Wait?  We’re still rolling?  BUT I SAID!  Oh, I have to say goodbye?

Good bye, all you humans.  Watch out, or the bunny kind will come to make you stay in order.  I had best be gone.

Truly,

Snowball Rabbit.

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Snowball Rabbit is the pet of Amie.  He is known for his friendly licks, love of hopping, and devouring apples at frightening rate.  He is a very handsome and patriotic rabbit.  An Uncle Sam in the rabbit world.  (And he wants you!  Just kidding 😂)

The Judge… (And random stuff)

Hello!  Today I’m typing from my overly crowded desk.  Yikes, I really need to clean it up…But I do have an excuse!  Thank you all who entered my writing contest.  I’m really enjoying your stories, even though I haven’t read them all.  I’m announcing one of the judges besides myself.  (Okay, the only judge besides myself.)

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My brother Phil!  To be honest, I’ll be super surprised if we even agree on the winner.  I have a feeling we might compromise on the winner.  I’m the writer, he’s the reader.  I’ll judge the grammar, the plot, and how the story flows.  He’ll judge…What he likes.  😂

So, y’all should be happy that you don’t have just me.  I’ll just pick your stories to death.  He’ll probably fly through them and place his favorite in my hand.  We’ll see.

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Next random thing!  Today, we went shopping, and I finally convinced my younger sister, Rose, to play this game with me.  Honestly, I hate shopping, but when you do it this way, it’s fun.  The rules are simple.  Find a modest, crazy outfit and make your sibling try it on.  I think I won (I picked for Rose), and I’ll tell you the reason in a bit.

Outfit #1

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For Rose’s outfit, I chose an adorable peachy-lacy dress, and paired it with a cream scarf. To finish it off, I picked out the highest cream high-heels I could find.  Isn’t she rocking it?

Sadly, my outfit that Rose picked out for me kinda…Went flat and we didn’t take a picture of it.  Trust me, it didn’t fit.

Outfit #2

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Let me explain this outfit.  My younger sister loves yellow…and anything bright.  I’m more for grey and dark colors, but she wants to make you squint.  I chose a yellow dress with a white lace overlay.  Since it was a sundress, it need something to make it modest.  I chose this lovely button up.  To finish the stunning look, I chose some ADORABLE! booties.  Seriously, they were cute. (Isn’t Rose the cutest model?)

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*Coughs*  Okay, so this dress was interesting.  I was trying to balance on these 3 inch heels my sister made me where.  Okay, so I find being 6′ 3″ is NOT fun. You should have seen me next to my dad.  🤣  Anyway, now to tell you about the outfit.

The dress is a lovely velvet with a see-through top.  I paired it with a turtle neck tee-shirt, and to finish the very different look, I had on a pair of beige (killer) heels.

A fun fact about me is that I can’t walk in heels, and don’t see the point.  My sister couldn’t stop laughing at how I stumbled out of the dressing room.  I’m tall enough without heels, okay?

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Now for some photography!  I’ve been taking pictures of my rabbit, and of some flowers.

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Look at little Peter rabbit!  I found a doll vest that fit Snowball perfectly.  He isn’t a fan of it, but he puts up with it for my sake.  Isn’t he the cutest?

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“Save me from this awful vest!  Please!  Have mercy on me!”–Snowball

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Isn’t it a beautiful flower?  It’s in our backyard, and I’m kinda sad more people can’t see it.  It’s on a rather small bush instead of a vine.  Somehow the vine became a bush?  I’m not exactly sure, but it’s still pretty.

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To be truthful, I’m obsessed with water droplets.  They’re just so pretty and delicate, and they reflect the prettiest things.  😍  Truly, I’d only take pictures of water droplets if I could.

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The roses are blooming!  I actually don’t like roses, unless they’re these vibrant ones.  I’m proud of this picture.  😉

All right!  That seems to be it for today.  Sorry for the rather random post, but that’s how we roll here at Crazy A.  Stay tuned for Saturday when we announce the winner!

Do you ever dress up at stores?  What is your opinion on my brother being the judge?  What do you think about Snowball?

~~Amie~~

 

A Misson with Friends

Agents Jaclynn, Mandalynn, Miranda, and Amie sat in the meeting room, staring at each other with concentrated eyes.

“Thankfully, we have guns,” Amie broke the silence, pulling out her gun from her belt.

“But unthankfully,” Mandalynn reminded slowly, “They don’t work.”

“Oh, yeah,” Amie threw the gun across the room.

“Thankfully,” Jaclynn smiled, reaching towards her belt.  “We have knives!” She flourished a knife that sparkled in the low lighting.

“But unthankfully,” Miranda spoke up.  “We don’t know how to use them.”

“But thankfully!” Amie pushed back her chair and opened a door.  “We have a trainer!”  Jaclynn and Miranda turned to look at the silhouette, but Mandalynn snorted.

“Unthankfully, he’s trash.”

“Mandalynn!” Amie gasped.  “It is Sir Andrew himself!  He’s your brother!”

“Oh, well, you didn’t say so!” Mandalynn defended.  “He’s not trash.”

“Exactly.  Sir Andrew would be my top pick for a trainer.”

“Mine as well,” Jaclynn nodded.

“Where were we?” Amie asked, as she sat down.  Sir Andrew walked towards the computer in the room.

“Oh, the mission!” Jaclynn nodded.  “We are up against Joshua Blue and Ruthie Red.”

“Not those two!” Miranda gasped.

“Yes,” Jaclynn nodded solemnly.  “Not thankfully it is them.”

“Thankfully,” Mandalynn got up.  “We have a helicopter!”

“Not thankfully,” Amie reminded.  “We can’t fly a helicopter.”

“But thankfully!” Miranda butted in.  “Sir Andrew can!” The sound of trumpets sounded as Sir Andrew suddenly found a cape.  They all jumped into the helicopter and started flying.

Unthankfully, as the hovered over the earth, Miranda fell out.  Thankfully, Amie was a cowgirl, and used her lasso to good use.  Unthankfully, one of the engines on the helicopter blew out, and they had to land.

Thankfully, they had a smooth landing.  Unthankfully, they were in the dessert.

“What do we do?” Amie moaned.

“I don’t know!” Mandalynn shrugged.  “You’re the cowgirl!”

“Oh, bother!  Don’t throw that up at me again!  I only was in a rodeo once!” Amie growled.

“Guys,” Miranda said, walking ahead of them.  “If we’re going to get through this, we can’t fiiiiiiiight!” Miranda unthankfully, disappeared down into the earth.  She had fallen into a pit!  Thankfully it wasn’t deep.

“Are you all right?” Jaclynn cried.

“G…g….guys?!?!” Miranda said, fear in her voice.  “I know this isn’t the right time, but unthankfully there are rattlers down here!”

“Oh no!” Mandalynn gasped.

“But thankfully,” Amie reminded.  “You have a knife.”

“But unthankfully, I lost it!” Miranda cried.

“But thankfully you’re wearing good boots.”

“But unthankfully, the snake just bit my arm!”

“We need to get her to the hospital immediately!” Jaclynn exclaimed.  Just then, thankfully, they heard the sound of a helicopter.

“Need a ride?” Sir Andrew asked.  He had thankfully fixed the helicopter.  Unthankfully, they had no way to get up.  Thankfully, Amie was still a cowgirl, and she still had her lasso.  First she lassoed Miranda out of the pit, and then she lassoed the helicopter.

Unthankfully, the hospital was far away.  Thankfully, the helicopter could go fast.

“Hurry up, Sir Andrew!  Miranda only has a little time left!” Jaclynn cried.

“Don’t leave us, Miranda!” Amie whimpered.  “We need you on our team.”

When they arrived at the hospital, there wasn’t any doctors on duty!  But thankfully, Jaclynn was a doctor.  She rushed Miranda into the operating room, but unthankfully, the machines didn’t work.

“Never fear, for Mandalynn is here!” Mandalynn stepped forward.  “I, thankfully, am a technician!”

“But unthankfully you don’t have any tools!” Jaclynn reminded.

“Thankfully,” Miranda whispered from pale lips.  “I am an electrician, and I got tools when we were in the Electric shop looking for clues.”  Working together, they got all the machines working.  Unthankfully, Joshua Blue showed up!

“Oh no!” Mandalynn gasped.

“Mwahaha!” Joshua Blue laughed.

“Quick!  Remember, we thankfully have forcefields!” Amie reminded.

“But I!” Joshua Blue laughed.  “Have a something that makes your forcefields deactivate.”

“But thankfully, Sir Andrew has shown us how to use the forcefields in a different way!” Jaclynn said.

“But unthankfully,” Mandalynn moaned.  “I don’t remember how.”

“But thankfully!”  Amie jumped up and down.  “We have exploding acorns!  KABOOM!”

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The girls were snapped out of their imaginary world by Jaclynn, Mandalynn, and Miranda’s older brother informing them to spread out with their signs.

Last weekend, my “cousins” came over.  Now, before I get into what we did, I need to define the word cousin.  We’ve spent a lot of time together, and our families are really close.  One day, we realized we were almost family.  They only have one cousin, and that cousin lives far away.  I have five cousins, but the youngest one is at least ten years older than me.  So?  We adopted each other as cousins.

They arrived Friday evening, and we talked until dinner.  What did we talk about?  You probably don’t want to know.  Everything from our favorite book series to what I would do if I was First Lady.  Yep, it’s a bit crazy.  (All the craziness is blamed on me, of course.  It’s just natural.)

After dinner, we played a very quick game of capture the flag.  It began with Jaclynn yelling, “For God, and for Scotland!” and ended with her saying, “So much for freedom.” 😂  It was an interesting game.

After that, it was time to brush up my acting skills.  We decided (like always!) to make a movie.  This time, Jaclynn had written the script, and she actually has the finished product.  I, however, have all the bloopers.  (Mandalynn is the funnest!  You must check out her blog right here.  One of the bloopers is of her yawning, and another was of her getting leaves stuck in her extremely long hair.  Hehe!)

We practiced that again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again and AGAIN!.  After that, it was time for a quick time of singing.  Her family is very musical, and I love to hear them sing.  Usually I join in, and I sing like a bird. (A very birdie chicken, to be exact.)

Then, it sadly was bedtime.  I was bummed.  What happened to staying up until one in the morning?  Oh, I forgot.  We all had to get up by six.

On Saturday, we went to protest at an abortion clinic together.  That is when we decided to play Thankfully, not Thankfully.  (Everything in the account above might not be right.  I tend to be forgetful, but Mandalynn will comment below and fix it.  Don’t worry.)  It was a great time of singing, standing up for what we believe in, and spending time as friends.

After the abortion clinic, they went shopping, which gave me time to do important stuff.  (Take a shower, do chores, practice music, and write a blog post.)  When they returned, we were ready to get to business.

Jaclynn wanted some nice photographs of her for her blog, here.  So, I went ahead and took some.  She was fun to take pictures of because I didn’t have to come up with poses.  She did all that herself.

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These two are my favorite.

Now we were ready for filming.  Actually, we were ready for a snack.

We ate our delicious snack, and then headed down to the filming area to film the real deal.  However, it took a few tries, and firing our screaming choir before we got it down.  Mandalynn was about to quit.  (Or go on strike.  I’m not sure which one.)

We were so happy to actually be done with the movie!  I think I could have danced.  But, it was time for dinner.  I was feeling a bit eh about dinner, since we were eating spaghetti, but we had herb butter and that makes up for the worst of dinners.  (With the exception of fish.  I do not like fish, and it does not like me.)

After dinner, or sometime in there, Jaclynn and I played and sang.  Miranda and Mandalynn utterly refused to do something so boring.  After singing, guess what time it was?

Time to talk about all the horrifying stories we had read about holocaust.  It started with…I don’t remember what.  I know it ended with this story of these people barely making it through.  In fact, the girl would have died if another boy hadn’t pushed her into the dead folk pile?  Yeah, it was a gross, but fascinating conversation.  If you ever have a conversation with me, don’t let it turn to history or science.  I tend to enjoy talking about amputations and cannon balls.  Next it was…

Movie time!  If you’ve never watched Runners from Ravenshead, you MUST!  It was a first time for me, so it was fun to spend that time with them.

Sunday, Easter (or Resurrection Sunday) morning, we saw each other, sang together, and then they left for church, and we did the same.

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And now, for some Snowball!

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My white chocolate bunny!

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Awe!  I did torture him and put this bow around his neck…But isn’t he SOOOOO cute? 😍

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He’s assuring me that he still loves me…Even if I tie bows around his neck. ❤

And, to make your mouth water at yumminess…

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Who doesn’t like gluten-free pancakes, with pineapple preserves, whipped cream, and chocolate chips??  This ends the amazing summary of my week.  I hope you enjoyed the craziness.

What do you do with your cousins?  Have you ever heard of exploding acorns?  What defense would you prefer?  Don’t you think the bow on Snowball is cute?

~~Amie~~

Peek into Amie’s Sketchbook

I have realized I hav never let you peek into my sketchbook (which is probably for the best).  Isn’t that strange?  I mean, I’m the best drawer out there.  My art will ASTOUND you. Actually, I’m the wimpiest artist out there, and I think you’ll cringe at my effort to draw.  Either way, you’re doomed for art and calligraphy, since I (sorta) enjoy both.

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For our first page that I’m showing you, we have a quote that I mixed with my passion for horses.  “The eyes are the window of the soul”.  Okay, so I’d give this a four, since this was one of my first attempts at hand lettering.  You can barely tell the “e” at the end of “are” is an “e”!!!  But I am really proud of how I did the contrast of the girl’s eye and the horse’s eye.  So, all in all this isn’t that bad, if you make allowances.

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Welcome to my life, folks!  “Writing is an understated art, you are painting colorful images in black and white”.  Guys, take a minute to appreciate the “art”.  Do you know how long that took????  Of course you don’t!  But, I must say I’d give this a seven or lower, since the “and” thingy is messed up and some of the words are crooked.  Since then, I’ve started using a ruler when I do calligraphy.

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How many of you know of my ABSOLUTE fandom for Narnia?  Oh, none of you???  What is wrong with this picture???  Any way, this get’s a four, since I messed up that arrow.  But if you cut everything out except “The Lion, Witch, and Wardrobe” it would be a nine. Look at the “witch”!  It’s a work of art.  So is the Lion.  Hmm, I’m going to have to keep looking at this one. 🤨

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Okay, ignore the phrase underneath the picture.  This was an eleven o’clock inspiration for a friend.  We were trying to write a story, I had three cups of coffee, and was scribbling away in my sketchbook.  For all that, this picture is fairly realistic.  Guys, her eyes look REAL!!!  I first saw the picture and was like, “Hello!  When did I say YOU could come alive, Maddi????”  I think this deserves an eight, since I didn’t do much shading.  Perhaps that’s why it looks so real…

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Now for a portrait!  I love drawing portraits!  This is one of my friend.  Okay, ignore the hat.  It looks HORRID!!!  But, admire her face!  And the shading.  Guys, this took me….four hours?  Or five?  I’m not sure, I just know it took a lot of erasing 😂

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This is my Christmas picture!  Don’t you love the tree in the background?  Okay, the guitar neck is crooked, and so is the stool leg.  I have horrible eyes.  But you must say her pant legs are nice.  I’m envying her socks, they look comfy.  Wonder if she’s about to die over the “F” chord as well…

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Silhouettes of terrible horses.  I have a plan for them though…

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I’m in love with this picture.  LOOK AT HER HANDS!!!!!!  THEY ARE ALMOST PERFECT!!!  So, her face could use some work….I know, I know…But look at hands!  And the banjo!  Who plays banjo?  I do!  Comment down below if you play banjo.  Also, her hat isn’t that bad, is it?  I think it’s lovely.  *sighs*

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Of course, my bunny doodle page.  Look at the “My”!  Isn’t it amazing??  I love my darling Snowball.

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Random bunny picture.  ISN”T HE CUTE?????

Sooo, I did have a story to go with a simple doodle, but that will come another time, since I’m going onto 700 words for this post.  You are all warn out and wishing for a break from art 🤔  I’m not sure if I’ll let you take a break yet…

So, what is my drawing skill?  From 1-10?  Who thinks Snowball isn’t cute?? (YOU WILL DIE). Should I make my next blog button with Snowball on it?

~~Amie~~