A Mad Tale of a Crying Bunny

“I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”

“Not again, my dear bunny, you are now grown up. You must become responsible now,” his mother chided him.

“Sorry mom, I can’t have breakfast. I need to go” He hurried away from the earthy house.

“Son…” her mother called but he was not to be stopped and thereby, he leaped over the rain puddles, and crouched below the fences, and went away to where he was meant to be.

And he reached the destination, where was waiting the most sensual cow he had ever seen. He shivered from within fantasizing and sniffed over his arms, so as to check if his perfume was working.  Stylish, as he was, he went towards her and said in a sexy voice, “Sorry Madame, I am late.”

“Moo.”

“Sorry!?” he asked puzzled.

“Moo.”

“What, you do not like me. You haven’t even talked to me. And you liked me on that dating website.” And he broke into tears.

“Moo,” the cow echoed her opinion and left him wetting his whiskers and looking at her with a glum expression.

* For Wednesday Short Story Prompt.

Goo:- A Very very Short-story

He was exhilarated after such a wonderful date. After taking her leave with a small peck on her forehead, he was walking back home.

“Excuse me, sir,” said a man in rags sitting on the sidewalk.

He was furious at having his thoughts interrupted but still turned towards him and inquired, “Yes?”

The tramp gave a toothless smile and replied, “There is goo under your nose.”