Claire yelped as her friend Dani’s bunny slipped out of the designated safe zone. Princess was too quick, too quiet and much too smart for Claire. Three days in and Princess was winning the dominance battle. “No, no, no! Bad bunny!!! Get out of there!”
Princess stood up from behind the sofa to eyeball Claire before slipping down and out of sight. Claire grabbed a broom and tried to guide the rabbit from behind the sofa and back into the safe zone. It kept catching on things that were hidden behind the sofa. Those things were not bunny proof and Claire imagined her nibbling through everything just to spite Claire.
The door banged open. A tall, thin woman with flat-ironed brown hair and stormy gray eyes. “Damn it, Dani, I thought you had that monster under control.”
Princess flew out from behind the sofa and back into her litter pan.
“You’re not Dani,” she said, stopping her forward momentum. “Better shut the door before she decides to zoom around.”
Offended, Princess pancaked inside her litter pan, ears flicking over her eyes. Claire walked over and locked the gate. Claire flopped down on the carpet in front of the cage. “Thanks, she’s been testing my limits since I got here.”
The girl crossed her arms and leaned against the doorjamb. “Princess is a perfect moniker for that little monster. She’s a good beastie but she likes to be in charge if you’re not Dani. I’m Misty.”
Claire thunked herself on the head. “Misty! Dani told me all about you. She ah, said you guys became friends because of that fluffy brown monster.”
“Yeah, we became friends in spite of Princess. I work nights, sleep days and Princess likes to toss her toys at the wall for hours. I live behind that wall,” Misty pointed a manicured finger at the wall behind the rabbit. “Dani’s cool. We bonded over an incident just like the one you seemed to be in the middle of. I turned up ready to rip Dani a new one.”
“Hey, I’m just following orders. The rabbit isn’t,” Claire said, holding her hands up in surrender.
“C’mon,” Misty said, offering Clair her hands. She accepted and let the taller girl pull her to her feet. Misty didn’t let go once she was standing. “I’ll show you how to shore up the defenses and you can buy me a coffee to thank me.”
Claire grinned. “Wow, Princess really knows how to make friends.”
“Yeah,” Misty agreed with a dark look at the rabbit who was now cleaning her ears adorably, “well, at least for me. I don’t think she’s won you over to her side.”
Claire grinned at the pretty girl in front of her. “Oh, I don’t know. She’s growing on me.”
I write tiny fics. Give me a prompt and I’ll write one for you. This one was inspired by the rabbit I am petsitting. She does like to bully me.