Literature
First it began with Creame
I remember when I was sitting in the store, just being passed by, I wondered, Will I ever get a home? It seemed no one wanted a bunny to pet and pet again, over and over, while its tail. I've watched others be sold but it seemed no one wanted me. The store was always busy and I had yet to get a home, yet. It seemed like ages, until, on November 26 (I read the date from the receipt later), someone finally bought me and I felt special because I was the last one. It seemed I was to be given to someone as a surprise for their birthday and I was giddy at the thought. After listening to "Happy Birthday, to you!" a few times, I finally placed her ha