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I am a girl called Anna that lives in a caravan with 36 rabbits. I used to live in a huge house with 4 golf courses, 2 swimming pools that I was not allowed in, my mum was afraid I might drown, and a cinema (well a big room with a huge tv and about a trillion comfy chairs.).
Most people might think I am bonkers wanting to live somewhere else. But I mean, use your head. If you are not allowed to swim in the pools, play on the golf courses or watch tv for more than 15 minutes a week and if you must wear a tight pink dress everywhere you go, you will probably agree that living there is absolutely no use at all.
Klutzy’s parents own this huge campsite. So, his parents let me have one of the oldest, tiniest caravans. Klutzy is my best friend, well, most of the time.
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At 04:43 in the morning I rolled out of bed headfirst, I cannot help it if the caravan is missing one wheel. I decided to go outside, and I saw Carrot lying in the grass with his eyes open. Carrot is also my best friend, but not always.
I sat next to him (a bit too quickly for his liking) and he jumped up while giving a high-pitched scream.
“You should probably not scream too loudly, otherwise you might wake up the whole campsite,” I told him.
“Next time you could warn me you are coming,” Carrot responded.
We were lying together on the grass; Carrot was humming a tune. He loves Jazz music. The sun was slowly starting to come up.
“Will you stop pulling my hair,” said Carrot.
“I’m not pulling your hair!” I said, looking behind towards Carrot’s hair. I saw Rabbit number 16 taking a nibble of his hair. Carrot looked back to where I was looking.
“Your rabbit thinks I’m a carrot,” said Carrot. At that moment Klutzy came wandering around the corner listening to music on his headphones.
“Klutzy, we need your help,“ I said.
“Why would you need my help?“ asked Klutzy.
“Anna’s rabbit thinks I’m a carrot,” said Carrot.
“And??” asked Klutzy.
“How should we solve this problem?” I asked. Carrot’s hair is even more a mess now.”
“I have an idea,” said Klutzy and he left.
“What do you think he is going to get?” I asked.
“I don’t know but I hope it’s going to work,” said Carrot anxiously.
“He might have some hair dye,” I said thoughtfully.
We both stood up hoping to see Klutzy coming back with some hair dye, but instead he came back with huge gardening scissors. I run up to Klutzy.
“Are you going to cut his hair?” I whispered in his ear so that Carrot could not hear me. He nodded. Carrot noticed the gardening scissors now as well.
“Are you going to cut my hair off or something … With that thing?” he asked.
Me and Klutzy nodded. Klutzy asked if we were ready, I said yes and eventually Carrot agreed as well. Kutzy held up his gardening scissors and started snipping Carrot’s hair. After a few minutes his hair was in all different lengths. But in the end it looked amazing. Well, kind of.
THE END (well, kind of)
Anna and Carrot
I walked out of the caravan towards Klutzy who was collecting wood.
“What are you going to do with all that wood?“ I asked.
“I’m making a fire,” he answered.
“Cool, then we can make pancakes,” I said.
“It probably won’t work,” said Carrot appearing very suddenly.
“Why not?” asked Klutzy. Carrot said we could try but we would probably set the whole entire camp site on fire which I certainly do not think is true.
“Klutzy, you get the fire started then I will get the pancake mix,“ I said.
Klutzy went and started to collect more wood. Carrot raised his eyebrows, probably still thinking it was a stupid idea. Once we had everything we set to work. We didn’t have a frying pan, so we used a plate and attached a stick to it. We put some pancakes mix in it (it looked a bit yellow) and we put it on the fire, but it started burning. The fire spread towards the nearest tree. I shouted for help while Klutzy was shouting ‘fire!’ the whole time.
I eventually gave up and told Klutzy to get help. He left immediately clearly wanting to leave the scene. I took the handmade frying pan towards the pond, took a scoop of water and threw it on the fire. I did it a few times, but it didn’t seem to work. Finally, Klutzy came back accompanied by Carrot who had one of the red fire things with him.
“I told you it was a stupid idea,” said Carrot.
“Thanks Carrot, but not very helpful at this precise moment.” Carrot raised his eyebrows and sprayed the red fire thing all over the fire. I thought it wouldn’t stop but it did. We cheered.
Well, everyone but Carrot.
Carrot and I were just minding our own business looking for snakes (not that we found anything). So, we gave up and decided to lie down on the grass. We were just going into a deep conversation about caterpillars when I heard a sound, the type of an-animal-is-in-the-bush-sound. I looked up at the same time as Carrot.
“What was that?” asked Carrot.
“I think it’s a monster,“ I said.
“Maybe it’s a caterpillar,” Carrot suggested.
“No, I don’t think so, they don’t make so much noise,” I replied.
We heard it again; now we were really panicking. We stood up in case it would jump up on us. Suddenly a monster jumped out of the bushes… NO it wasn’t a monster.
It was a dog.
A dog with black tinted glasses and a walking stick. We both just stared. The dog just walked right past us and smashed into a tree.
“Is it blind?” asked Carrot.
“That would be funny,” I said.
“No, I am serious,” Carrot said.
We decided to try and find the owner. We walked across the whole campsite to look for him or her. We were about to give up when we saw someone who looked a bit like the dog. She had black tinted glasses too with a walking stick. She was calling out a name.
We went over to ask who she was looking for. She was looking for a dog. Her dog. We showed her where Spenny was last seen and she shuffled off after him.
Then, we heard a hissing sound behind us! Snakes! Well, we think so…
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