SLL article by Margaret MacVicar from South Lanarkshire SLL
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The Life of Thumper

Once upon a time there was a rabbit named Harvey who lived all alone. He was a lonely rabbit. He would lie in his bed thinking to himself, I must find a companion. I don’t want to grow old on my own. So he decided one morning he would go on an adventure. He came to a field full of things to eat; he was so hungry and thirsty. Then he fell asleep, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. When Harvey woke up he couldn’t remember anything, so he went and looked for some shelter because it was getting cold and had become dark. He came to a hole in the ground and went in to see if anything lived in there, but nobody did and by now he was getting tired looking for some place to sleep.

Daylight came and he woke up to his big surprise. His memory had come back and he was running up and down. He was so glad. So he continued his adventure and came up to a big valley. The grass was so green and it smelt good. He said to himself, “This place is for me!” Then a few minutes later he saw other rabbits playing with each other, so he went over and made friends with them.

A few months went by and one day he was in the meadow eating and dreaming. He saw from the corner of his eye a little rabbit sitting on its own. I think I will go over and say hello, and he did. “Hello”, he said, “My name’s Harvey. What’s your name?”. “My name’s Tas”. They grew to like one another. Harvey thought to himself, “I’ve finally met someone”. So they made a home together and then they had a family of four. They named them Harvey Jr, Fluffy, Buttercup and last of all, Thumper. Harvey and Tas loved their babies and were so happy.

One day Thumper said to his father that he had decided that he wanted to go on an adventure. His father told him to go down the valley, not up. So off he went. It began to get dark, so Thumper went to sleep in a field under a tree for the night. Then next morning he went on his way once again. He came to a stream; by this point he was thirsty again. There were some fish in the stream and they told him to watch out for a bear that was catching its dinner at the waterfall further down the stream. Thumper said “OK” to the fish and headed on his way. After a while his curiosity got the better of him, as he had never seen a waterfall or a bear before.

When he got to the waterfall it was dark and Thumper felt scared, but because it was too dark he couldn’t go anywhere. He found a hollowed out old log and decided to go to sleep. Even though he was in the log, he still felt scared and it took a long time for him to fall asleep. He started to dream that he was being chased by the bear. With its glowing red eyes, gleaming white teeth and its incredibly bad breath, its jaws were snapping just behind his bushy white tail. He risked a glance over his shoulder; it was too dark to see all of the bear. He could just make out what looked like two flapping wings. He then tripped and the bear snatched him up in his big jaws.

Then in a few quick seconds he snapped awake with a scream and his heart pounding in his chest and his right leg thumping off the side of the log. When he came round and saw that he was still in the log and safe, he decided to go to the stream and wash to wake himself up. He saw how beautiful the stream and the waterfall really were. He also saw the bear and went up to speak to it, but it started to chase him. So Thumper ran up and down till the bear got tired and headed back to the stream. Then Thumper ran back home to his father and told him what had happened to him. His father told him not to go down to the valley on his own ever again. So he never did.

THE END

February 2007


 

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