Angel Bunny was curled up, sleeping at the end of Fluttershy's bed. He was dreaming of a world where everything was made of carrots, a rabbit's paradise. He was about to eat a particularly good looking carrot when the sun glared in his eyes. He woke up at the intense light and opened his eyes slightly. Great. he thought before rolling over and going back to sleep, resuming his dream from where he was. "Yummy." he said in his dream. His stomach growled, letting all nearby carrots know their fate. He looked around for another good looking carrot. There was a small tremor in the ground, quickly followed by a prodding in the side. Then Angel realized, it wasn't in his dream, it was in real life. He opened his eyes and looked at the violator. It was his beloved caretaker and unofficially adopted mother.
"Come on buddy, I'm going to go make breakfast." Fluttershy said in her sweet, reassuring tone.
Finally she woke up, my Celestia, I'm starving! Angel thought to himself as he stretched, noticing his paw was soaked with his own saliva. Nearly ate my own paw again!
Fluttershy gently stroked her beloved rabbit before she went into her kitchen to make food. Angel wiped his paw on the bed to dry it off, and he happily bounded after her.
Hurry up. Angel Bunny thought. Hurry up I'm starving over here. Please go faster. MAKE THE MOTHER FLIPPING FOOD NOW YOU DUMB RUNT! his mind, clouded by hunger, was nearly screaming. He could feel his brain trying to form the words, but it couldn't, because you know, animal and all. Ponies are the only exception to the 'no animals can speak' rule of nature. It was so unfair. Why ponies?
"Here you go angel." Fluttershy said, gently setting a wooden bowl full of an orange liquid on the ground in front of the starving rabbit and interrupting his thoughts.
FINALLY! Thank you Fluttershy. he thought as he hungrily slurped down the tasty concoction of spices and vegetables, mainly carrots.
Fluttershy went back to making more food for herself and the rest of the animals.
What's in this, it's really good! Angel wondered as he finished his soupy mess. He hopped over to the patio and lied down on the wooden planks behind the cottage, soaking up the sun rays. Fluttershy returned a few minutes later.
"Hey Angel, just came to say that we're out of food, so I was going to run into town and get groceries. Don't burn the house down." she said with a giggle. She left her sunbathing rabbit alone as she got her bit purse then left her rather large property to head into town.
Yes! Time to find out what that box was! Angel thought as he went back into the house. He went into the kitchen then looked up at the cupboards. Sitting on top of them was a yellow box with big blue letters that read 'Bunnip'. He saw Fluttershy give one of the cracker looking things from the box to his brother, and he went nuts over it. Ever since that day, Fluttershy never even reached for the box, and his brother, never came back.
Angel looked around the circular room for some way to get him up there. The only route he could see doing alone looked a little dangerous. Every other way needed the birds, which weren't strong enough, or the bear, who was in a bad mood lately for no apparent reason. Dangerous way it was. The small white fur ball went over to the trash can at the end of the counter. He jumped as high as he could and barely saw over the top of the small metal cylinder. When he landed, he got himself mentally ready then jumped again. He reached out with his front paws and tried to grab the handle on the lid. His arms were just short to grab it, luckily he reached so far that he could at least use the dent in the flimsy steel as a makeshift hold. He pulled himself as hard as he could, his right paw slipped, still slick from the dream. He hung by one paw. He saw the ground, a foot below him. He panicked, causing adrenaline to course through his veins. He reached to the dent with his right paw and grabbed it again. He pulled up as hard as he could, he barely made it up when his arms gave out.
He trekked across the can's lid not so stealthily until he made it to the counter. He gently leaped up and landed smoothly, though he accidentally pushed the can back and it crashed the the ground, making a huge clatter. The can and lid sat on the ground, trash everywhere He slid on the slick surface of the counter. Angel carefully made his way to the sink and waited for his arm's energy to return. He inspected the array of dirty dishes for a good spot to stand. When he found a good spot, he hopped up onto the dishes then quickly again to grab the handle on the cupboard door when he heard the plates crack. Angel pulled himself up the handle and looked over at the other cupboard door, which was not a door, but ajar. Ha, it's a jar. Angel thought before jumping through he small crack and into the cupboard.
Angel used his primal animal instincts to see in the dark of the cupboard. He looked around for a rathole. This place was filled with them, with Fluttershy being too nice to shoo away even wild rats. The young rabbit went into the nearest hole he saw, it wasn't a tunnel, just a small room, and there was a family of rats in it.
"What are you doing here?" the papa rat asked the soft-as-silk bunny that intruded on his family in the small rodent language of otherwise unintelligible squeaks and soft mews.
"I'm just looking for a way to get to the box on top of the cupboards." Angel explained in the same language.
"Oh, well, go out the hole and go right, its the first hole you pass, there will be two paths, take the left path."
"Ok, thank you sir." Angel left the rats to their own accord and followed his instructions. Being a rabbit, Angel was larger than any rats, so the rat tunnel was squeezing him. He could hear the wall crack next to him, and every once in a while, a crack would form and leak light into the tunnel. Eventually, there was a large light ahead, and Angel knew this was his stop, so he ran for it. He appeared on the top of the cupboard and he looked around. The box of bunnip was just to his side. He went up to it and pushed it over. A few crackers fell out of the box, and Angel quickly ate them. The crackers tasted like dirt. No wonder his brother never returned and Fluttershy never used them again.
Such a dangerous quest for nothing. Angel thought. Oh well, here's the fun part! He went up to the edge of the cupboard and looked down at the kitchen below him. He felt like a god staring down at his world, but hey, a moment of fun is worth giving up that awesome feeling. Angel looked down at Winona, whom Fluttershy was dog sitting for the weekend while the Apples were out at some convention. Angel squeaked loudly at the dog. She heard the signal and ran into Fluttershy's bedroom, then brought a pillow out and set it in position before she barked at the large rodent. Angel looked at the pillow and jumped. He overshot the jump and smashed through the middle of the table just beyond his target. The table, though it hurt, broke his fall mostly. Splinters of wood flew everywhere.
Angel got up, terrified at what just happened. He looked around the kitchen, hardly a thing was in good condition. Winona grabbed the pillow in her mouth, tucked her tail between her legs and dashed back to Fluttershy's room where she lied down like nothing happened. Angel stared at the carnage. Then the door opened.
"What happened?" A yellow pegasus asked. "Angel, you're in so much trouble!" she scolded.
