One thing Buttercup had instantly fallen in love with in Manta Carlos was the nature. The island was overflowing with plant life and it was all diffrent from the small balcony garden she had taken care of back in Kansas, surrounded by a relatively large town she had never even gotten to see.
But here her rabbit nature was flourishing along with all the bushes, flowers and trees that could be found everywhere. Being a person, if she could be called that, was very strange for Buttercup and so was the island. But being midst all this greenery was worth it.
Buttercup was humming her own made-up melody as she squatted by the trees, next to the lake near the academy. She was sporting a pink and yellow checkered flanel shirt, sleeves rolled, and under that a white tank top. She had denim shorts and, as always, bare feet. On Buttercup's head there was a strawhat, that she had put some feathers on. Buttercup's fur on her face and arms was here and there smeared with dirt as she carefully dug up some wild flowers with a small shovel, roots and all. Buttercup wanted to appreciate the flowers' beauty for a long time and years to come so she had decided to plant them in the academy gardens, on her own personal flowerbed.
One by one Buttercup set the flower in a basket she had brought with her, smiling all the while. She loved getting her hands dirty while working, feeling like she really accomplished something through her own effort and work. And working in the garden and with plants was her own personal sanctuary, her happy place.
Suddenly, just as Buttercup had set the fourth flower in the basket, two ravens took flight from a nearby tree. Buttercup let out a small yelp, the rabbit in her screaming danger, and jumped up. Doing so Buttercup knocked down her basket and caused the flowers to spread all over the place.
"Oh crud! That's it Buttercup, jump at every shadow. That's gonna help you get adjusted to this place."
Buttercup talked to herself as she bend down and started gathering the flowers carefully back into the basket.
@Scott
But here her rabbit nature was flourishing along with all the bushes, flowers and trees that could be found everywhere. Being a person, if she could be called that, was very strange for Buttercup and so was the island. But being midst all this greenery was worth it.
Buttercup was humming her own made-up melody as she squatted by the trees, next to the lake near the academy. She was sporting a pink and yellow checkered flanel shirt, sleeves rolled, and under that a white tank top. She had denim shorts and, as always, bare feet. On Buttercup's head there was a strawhat, that she had put some feathers on. Buttercup's fur on her face and arms was here and there smeared with dirt as she carefully dug up some wild flowers with a small shovel, roots and all. Buttercup wanted to appreciate the flowers' beauty for a long time and years to come so she had decided to plant them in the academy gardens, on her own personal flowerbed.
One by one Buttercup set the flower in a basket she had brought with her, smiling all the while. She loved getting her hands dirty while working, feeling like she really accomplished something through her own effort and work. And working in the garden and with plants was her own personal sanctuary, her happy place.
Suddenly, just as Buttercup had set the fourth flower in the basket, two ravens took flight from a nearby tree. Buttercup let out a small yelp, the rabbit in her screaming danger, and jumped up. Doing so Buttercup knocked down her basket and caused the flowers to spread all over the place.
"Oh crud! That's it Buttercup, jump at every shadow. That's gonna help you get adjusted to this place."
Buttercup talked to herself as she bend down and started gathering the flowers carefully back into the basket.
@Scott
Buttercup turned around at the friendly voice asking if she was okay, small smile on her face and ready to chat. But when she actually saw who, or more like what as the rabbit in her informed, was behind her Buttercup felt air escape her lungs. It was a bear, a huge white bear, that was holding her flower. Buttercup's common sense tried to wrestle her rabbit nerves for a few seconds, telling her that the bear had been friendly and even picked up her flowr for her, as she just stared at the giant before. Buttercup flailed her arms around a bit as she took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. Her ears went down as she looked around for an escape route. But running away would be incredibly rude. Buttercup, as she spoke, had the tiniest voice.