Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Stay updated with our latest stories, poems, and news delivered to your inbox.

Life of bluebonnet

Life of a Rabbit. The wind was howling, the grass was smiling, the sun was blazing hot, and the buffalos were whining. It was a regular day for a rabbit. As I sat on my steep hole, looking for predators. I cool with everyone, you see,my best friend is a Buffalo Bill!(who is a buffalo). but us rabbits always have one predator. The Fox. He was the sly, the most sneaky, creature on earth. So, us rabbits are always are on a lookout. But, right now in this beautiful morning, with the beautiful sun glaring at me proudly, I know the fox will never find me hear, in my cushiony hole. Suddenly, the bushes were rattling, there were shaking, so ran more steep into my hole, and alerted my kind. We all grouped together in my hole, knowing the fox was going to come, we all were in danger. Suddenly, we heard footsteps. The fox was lurking around somewhere around the hole. He was sniffing, with his most clever nose. Then, he caught our scent. I knew, what going to happen. We were all going to die. But, when the fox, put his mouth into to the hole ready to eat us, like toddler urgently waiting for his toy, the fox randomly stopped. He smelled something else. Something bigger to eat. But it was bigger than him. As, Buffalo bill came charging at the fox, like a NASCAR, and bolted with his pointy head, at the fox, and the fox fell down. So we all ran, before the fox woke up, and escaped him once again with my crew of rabbits and Buffalo Bill.