The little lost lop wandered through the wood.
"Poor little creature," exclaimed the Faerie Nuclefa.
"The wood will soon be covered in ice."
"In order for the little lop to survive the winter, I must lead him somewhere warm and nice."
In a warm bed of leaves beneath the ground, the Lop weathered the winter.
I noticed the Flash 55 game in the sidebar of a team blog that I am part of, Undead in the Netherworld.
The first story I saw was on the Voices for Rabbits blog.
It inspired me to write the above bit.
Cross posted to Animal Anarchy
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