The Adventurous Bunny and Easter Island  
 

It was night on the high sea.

Big ears and little hands were gently rock-a-bye rocking.

Then everything changed.

Fingers of lightening pulled angry clouds over the ocean.

Monster waves stomped the sea.

The big boat was tossed around like a baby in the bathtub.

 

 

As the boat strained to starboard the bunny was plucked to port!

Big ears bobbed in the stormy sea with only a basket for company.

Things like that happen in adventures.

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