Rabbit wore an apron; a cooking spoon in hand, stirred soup in a pot hung from the stones in the fireplace. The flames crackled and spit sparks into the room as the rain dropped down the chimney. Fruits readied for her friend Monkey and roasted mouse for her friend Fox. Rabbit loved to care for her friends, a reliable servant.
Sitting at a wooden table was Monkey, a jittery fellow with a worried face and brown eyes, which were wide, open. The storm was too windy for him. He walked over to Rabbit, looked into the pot, then walked back to the table, sat only to repeat walking over Rabbit, who gently smiled comfort at him.
On the other side of the table stood Fox. He was older and wise, gaining knowledge from his hunts. He liked the night; only this night came with a storm. Fox, irritated by the blowing wind and pounding rain, pranced around the small room, sat only to prance around the room again. Rabbit patted Fox as he walked by.
Both waited for their supper. The smells were so delicious one could eat the fragrance. Rabbit cooked the best foods that were seasoned just right. Both liked living with Rabbit, who also served them washing and folding their clothes. She loved to clean, she made their beds and swept, she tended the garden. She brought in the vegetables and chopped them for her tasty soups. Both ate well. Monkey did help with the fruit trees and did a bit of gardening. Fox did bring in bugs, fish, and a mouse now and then for Rabbit to cook.
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Tonight the Sky God looked down on Mother Earth, “I wonder if there is a creature that would serve me beyond what anyone could imagine?”
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