Artwork by Barbara Szepesi Szűcs
“Think think think,” thought the little girl, “Where did my bunny go. She has lost her way and must be so lonely.” For you see, on most days, bunny stays tucked softly under her arm and always sleeps soundly in her bed. But where did bunny go?
“She’s not in my closet,” said the little girl. “Or under my covers. My toy chest is empty and my floor is all covered, but there is no bunny under this mess.”
“Think think think,” thought the little girl, “Where did my bunny go.” As she sat in her room, on top of the messy toys, she thought and she thought.
Suddenly, she jumped to her feet, danced quickly down the stairs and ran to the basement. She stood on her tip toes to pull open the door, and there was her bunny, soft and clean waiting in the washing machine.