Jack goes home

Daily Flash fiction entry - using prompts: rabbit, bottle & tree

A young rabbit sat, thinking and staring at nothing in particular, in the middle of the Forrest. Jack was his name; he'd decided this himself long ago when it had dawned on him that his family had run off before giving him a name. This saddened him for years, but he'd come to terms with the fact his family were never coming back. They no doubt thought him dead by now. He was too clever though.

Now, however, he was panicking. His home, at the foot of the biggest tree he could find, had been taken over by a much bigger rabbit. Jack was determined to get it back though!

He'd considered all sorts of random ideas to get his home back: celery, sob stories (he had many), a card game. But he hated all of them. Then something caught his eye; it was a very large bottle, large enough for a rabbit to sleep in to stop from getting cold and wet. "I wonder…" thought Jack.

With great difficulty, Jack rolled the huge bottle all the way home. Once he got there, he offered his discovery to the older rabbit in his home. Sceptical, the older rabbit looked at the bottle, deciding he might quite like a 'see through' home. But he wanted friends… so he asked Jack if they could be neighbours, maybe even friends…?

Jack was thrilled, he. Had always wanted a friend. Plus, he had his home back!

Word count: 249