Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Tema:
A brown rabbit came to a strangely carved bridge. It stopped to inspect it, sniffing at the posts. It tested the first board, ready to run if it gave way - and ended up lunch for the tentacled mosnter that suddenly broke the middle for the tempting scent of living flesh.

Fuyu:
One day, a bunny was hopping along in the woods, happy as could be. Eventually, he came across a small river, with what seemed to be a very badly built bridge going across it. Seeing that it was the only way to go across the river, he decided to cross it. When he was halfway over it, suddenly, the board he had just hopped on collapsed, dropping him into the water. The bunny struggled to swim, but found it hopeless, and he resigned to his fate of drowning miserably. Fortunately, that event did not come to pass, as his floundering caught the attention of a crocodile that lived in the river, and he quickly swam over to devour the little rabbit, thus saving him from a slow, agonizing death

MeanBowToe:
There once was a bunny who stood to the bridge... one day his evil twin bunny pushed him off and he fell and drowned. The end?

clairelikesrock:
once there was a bunny who had to cross a river
only there wasn't a bridge.
so she had to make one
first she found a frog. but he wouldn't stand still enough
so then she found a lizard
but the lizard was too scratchy
so then she saw a stuffed (you know, like taxidermy) bobcat
and used that
then the bunny crossed her bridge and pillaged an entire village
the end.

CrazyMexican:
A pink bunny needs to get accross a stream but can't find a way to do that. He looks around and finds a rock bridge that he uses until he hops on one and finds out its a turtle. The turtle decides to take him across the rest of the way, thus the bunny getting to the other side with help from a friend

SeraphDraconis:
Once upon a time litttle Hoppy was going over the London Bridge. Unfortunately we know how unstable London's bridge systems are. Littly Hoppy's mom, dad, brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles and aunts from all cornors of the metro area will miss him greatly.

CasualOtaku:
There once was a beautiful mountain. And below that mountain a beautiful meadow. And in that meadow lived a bunny. The bunny however, was not beautiful. His fur was an odd shade of grey and very long and shaggy. All the other bunnies in the meadow has short soft fur, in smooth pretty colors like black, or brown. To make matters worse, all the other bunnies teased him about his ugly fur. Comparing him to things like moss and lint and other such things. This made the grey bunny very sad, so sad he decided to run away over the mountain, where he could never be teased again.So the bunny set off for the mountain, leaving the meadow, and all the other bunnies behind. He hopped and he hopped and he hopped some more. He hopped so much that by the time he looked back, the home he'd always known was far far gone. For a moment he considered going back, it was scary to be so all alone so far from home, but then he remembered the teasing, and went back to hopping.Eventually, after many many hours of hopping, he came upon a river, and across that river was a bridge. The bunny stopped and stared. He'd never seen a river before, and he'd certainly never seen a bridge before either.They grey bunny hopped up to the bridge and puzzled over it a long, long time. So long that night soon fell, and he was still looking at the bridge.It just so happened, that a hermit lived under this particular bridge. He'd been away, trying to sell some of the fish he caught in the river at the market, and he'd managed to come back with some very nice vegetables, and was looking forward to a stew instead of the usual grilled fish. Luckily, he knew his bridge very well, so even though the night was dark, he saw the bunny staring at the bridge. He'd never seen a bunny with long fur before, so he did his best to sneak up in the hopes of petting it at least a moment before it ran away.The bunny heard the man and turned around, very frightened but with nowhere to run that wouldn't take him straight into the man's path. Not knowing what else to do, he turned and started bolting across the bridge.

The man begged the bunny to stop, telling him in all honesty he just wanted to pet his pretty fur. That made the bunny fumble a moment. Nobody, not the other bunnies, not the other forest creatures ever called him pretty before.The man saw the bunny stopped, and continued to croon soft compliments. He offered the bunny all sorts of nice vegetables, even showing him some very pretty sugar snap peas. The bunny just happened to love a wild plant that looked very much like this, so he cautiously followed the man under the bridge, where true to his word the man treated him to such delights as crisp carrots, leafy cabbage, and even a bright yellow squash. The bunny ate himself sleepy, and gratefully curled up near a fire the man set to take a nap.The man carefully stroked the bunny's fur, which just happened to be as soft as silk, hoping the bunny would stay. It was very nice to have some company for a change.

The bunny heard this wish, and decided it wouldn't be so bad to stay for a little while. After all, the mountain would always be there, he could always go another day, or not at all. He was happy for the first time in a long time, and wasn't ready to let it go. So the bunny stayed with the man under his bridge, where they lived out their years, enjoying a simple, but very happy life since they'd both found the thing they'd always been looking for, a friend.

Akima:
One day, a little bunny rabbit named Karl was hopping along through the forest! Karl happened upon his friend Lancelot the Turtle as he was approaching the Great River. Karl noticed that Lancelot was looking very blue. "Why Lancelot!" cried Karl, "Why are you looking so blue? Turtles are supposed to be green!" Lancelot sighed in malcontent, shifting about in the mud. "I touch the Bridge of Many Colors, and when I looked at my reflection, I was blue! I don't know how to change back!" Karl looked intrigued, and asked Lancelot if he would lead the way to the Bridge of Many Colors. Lancelot agreed, and together they set off.

Along the way, Karl and Lancelot came upon Amanda the Penguin, who was looking very orange. "Why, Amanda, what happened to your beautiful black feathers!" cried Karl the Rabbit.Amanda began to weep in earnest, leaning on her friend Karl's shoulder. "I know not! Upon setting mine foot to the Bridge of Many Colors, my black feathers turned suspiciously ginger in hue!" Karl and Lancelot explained that they were going to return to the Bridge of Many Colors to try and solve the mystery, and Amanda declared that she would go with them.