Bobbity Rabbit

Bobbity Rabbit

On a cold hill in the little village of Warrandyte sat Bobbity Rabbit. His ears turned one way and then another, then back again listening intently for the sounds of the village.

His nose twitched with the smells of fireplaces warming cottages, mingled with the delicious smells of hot stews & soups the people made the night before.

Bobbity's mother was busy making porridge for breakfast, which gave Bobbity just enough time to pop out of his burrow & bathe in the morning sunlight.
He popped up on his hind legs and stretched his neck up looking over the valley, his legs felt the chill in the air, his nose twitching all the while.

Deciding it was safe, he set off with his little white tail - BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP.

It was this funny little hop that his mother had named him after.
You see, some rabbits ran and some hopped, others bobbed about and a few of the tiny ones scampered wildly, but Bobbity never did any of these.

In his own gentle way he just went ......... well........... BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP and so he was named "Bobbity Rabbit".

Bobbity loved the crisp morning air, he loved the mist rising over the river, the kookaburras waking up cackling and the cockatoos screeching overhead.

Across the valley he could hear a rooster singing cockadoodledoo & some hens next door cackling over their eggs.
Sniffing again, he could pick up the fresh wattle starting to fall and the eucalypt leaves on the tree.

Bobbity loved the tiny fresh flowers

He found a particularly delicious flower to nibble on & licked his lips over the sweet juicy petals.

But the thing that Bobbity loved most of all....... was the little girl that lived in the house.
Looking back to make sure his mother wasn't watching, up he went - BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP all the way out of the paddock and into the top garden.
He stood up high on his tippy toes and stretched his neck all the way up, he could just see into the room where the little girl played.

He had heard the big people who lived in the house call her "Emma", "hmmm, Emma! he thought to himself, what a pretty name for such a lovely little girl"

He loved to watch her dance, she spent a lot of time dancing, swirling around and dressing up in fancy clothes, singing and playing. Some times she came out into the garden and he peeped out around the grass to catch a glimpse of her.

His parents had told him, he must be very afraid of people as they were dangerous, especially in Warrandyte, but he was sure Emma would never hurt him. All the same, best to keep his distance and never get close enough to get caught - just in case.

Emma was already up playing with dolls and reading books, Bobbity hid behind the grass as she looked out of the window.

Bobbity Rabbit and Emma

Emma didn't see Bobbity hiding in the tall grass, but she smiled anyway as looked out into the sunlit morning and the birds flew overhead.

Bobbity loved her smile, it made him feel all warm and lovely inside.

BOBBITY, BOBBITY, BOBBITY his mother called "Porridge is ready"

Bobbity crouched down in the tall grass and took another peep at his lovely Emma, "see you soon" he thought to himself and with his little tail bobbing up in air, off he went - BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP, BOBBITY HOP, all the way back down the paddock into his warm burrow where a delicious bowl of porridge was waiting for him.

He looked down and smelt the lovely warm steam rising up out of the porridge and thought about Emma, his truly lovely little friend.

Bobbity hopped off down the path for breakfast