The bunny struggled in stark fear, mourning her decision to wander outside of the Empress's palace. For had she not been drunk on her hunger to eat garden flowers, the tiny thing might have lived another day under her beautiful Master's watchful care.
Shaking ever so violently, the bunny cowered in this giant's hands waiting for the evitable doom. If today was indeed her last day, she hoped Master would not be too sad without her.
She waited and waited, quaking in the warm palms of death. But alas. The miserable end the bunny had fearfully anticipated did not come.
Was the scary giant not going to eat her?
Moments later, when it became apparent that the tiny fluff ball would not expire from shock, the Sky God began to rub his fingers gently behind its ears; Hoping it would help ease the poor creature.
