Bunny

It's funny how the strangest ideas visit in the middle of the night. I've developed scripts for feature films, written novellas and painted master works, all in the wee hours. Of course, most of these fail the test of day-light review. Occasionally, though, something will stick.

One night, I made a friend.

Literally.

His name is Bunny. He's clearly a rabbit, but prefers to be known as a bunyip. Silly boy.

He's made from denim jeans and green slacks (the inner was light brown). His eyes are buttons, his face patch is a reusable (no-longer) shopping bag.

He also plays the ukulele, apparently.




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P.S. I like this theme of soft toys I'm going with at the moment.