Little Lost Bunny

So to my paint box I went again last night to see what I could paint, because if one wants to learn how to paint, one must practice. Inside the tin box were many colours but it took a wet paint brush to bring the colours to life.
So with a little dip, dab and doodle of the paint in my watercolour journal, into the Imaginary Secret Garden I went once again with a paint brush in my hand.
And there I saw the Little Lost Bunny sitting all by herself beside a bright red Doodle Flower. She looked so sad and all alone with nowhere to go and no one to love her.
But this is not the first time she had scampered away from her family’s home in the thicket behind the old grey barn. No, she had hopped away many times before, because she loved to sit and watch the wild doodle flowers grow. And every now and then she would take a little sniff of the pretty petals and sometimes they made her sneeze but she didn’t seem to mind that at all.
Although the time came for me to leave this place of my imagination, I didn’t want to leave her there all alone. But then I heard a thump and a hop, and yes, much to my relief, it was her mother who came to take her Little Lost Bunny home. And yes for sure it was a very good thing!