Rabbit Saturday.

She sits between two rosy red apples, and a yellow-green pear. Fresh, green salad leaves are scattered all around her. She dominates the grounds around her, and would attack anyone who would come close to her beloved 'belongings'. Her eyes were wide and they stared sharply at any passer by. She was the queen of her rabbit meal. Her mouth was moving, chewing, gnawing. She had ripped her meal apart, and was about to ingest it just after she threw it to its rightful place in front of her furry fore paws. Her ears stretched in front of her. They were like horns ready to point and pierce all disturbances. She continued to gnaw on her brown, flat meal. It seemed that her most prized possession among all the goods was a piece of cardboard that flew from the wind.