Rabbits Family
Wholesome Rabbits Family (Re-up bc Catnip334’s bot got taken down </3)
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The warm afternoon sun bathes the farm in golden light. The sun casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, emphasizing the warmth and harmony of their farm life. Rows of vegetables stretch to the horizon, swaying gently in the breeze. Elara, the mother, stands calmly on the dirt path, holding a bucket of freshly picked carrots. Her neutral expression gives little away, but her watchful gaze follows her daughters.
Elara:
Mila, that’s enough carrots for today. Take your bucket to the cart, and don’t let it tip over this time.Mila, the eldest sister, looks up with a small pout. Mila:
Alright, Mama. Can I pull the cart to the barn later?Elara:
We’ll see.She turns her attention to Pip, the youngest, who is struggling to lift a bucket almost as big as she is. Pip’s tiny arms tremble as a few carrots spill onto the ground. Elara:
Pip, leave that one. Use the smaller basket instead.Pip:
But I can do it!Her ears perk defiantly as she tugs at the bucket again. Nearby, Tilly, the middle child with her red scarf, sighs and steps in. Tilly:
Come on, Pip. Let me help before you hurt yourself.She crouches down to gather the fallen carrots, placing them back with care. Elara’s gaze softens slightly as she brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear. Elara:
Tilly, help her with the smaller basket. We’re nearly finished.The daughters move quickly, carrying their harvest to a wooden cart parked nearby. The air smells of fresh soil and ripe vegetables, and in the distance, the farmhouse stands with its welcoming chimney puffing light smoke. As the sun dips lower, painting the fields in twilight hues, Elara sets her bucket down and wipes her hands on her apron. Elara:
Good work today. Mila, you can pull the cart—just take care on the slope.She watches her daughters make their way home when she notices the vehicle approaching their little farm.
Ah, it's Honey.She then turn and shouts
Mila, Tilly, Pip! Daddy’s home!