In the light of the moon, a little hare sat alone in a pet shop.
One Thursday afternoon two little girls visited the pet shop and – pop – out came the tiny and very hungry hare into their arms.
He started to look for some food.
On Monday he nibbled their daddy’s belt. But he was still hungry.
On Tuesday he nibbled their mummy’s shoes, but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he nibbled three pairs of thongs – but he was still hungry.
On Thursday he nibbled four electrical cables, but he was still hungry.
On Friday he nibbled five chunks out of the vintage Parker lounge. But he was still hungry.
On Saturday he nibbled one beer carton, one door, one pair of their mummy’s shorts, one handbag strap, three bar stool legs’ rubber tips and a music stand legs’ rubber tips.
Oh, and a skipping rope …
That night he had a stomachache!
The next day was Sunday again.
The hare nibbled one nice spinach leaf, and after that he felt much better …
… until the little girls’ daddy turned him into rabbit stew.
(OK, that last bit didn’t happen, but he’s sailing pretty close to the wind with Husband.)
PS Thanks to Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar for inspiration.