Nunca he conocido un conejo malhablado, siempre son suaves y mullidos, calientitos para apoyar tu pequeña cabeza, viven brincando de esquina en esquina, siempre inquietos y atentos. Yo lo quiero mami, dame uno, lo quiero cargar. Hasta para sus brazos pequeños era una pequeña carga, pero lo sostuvo con firmeza, lo pego a su lindo vestido nuevo y allí acurrucados se observaron un rato.
Parece que quiere ir con su mamá, se salio de mi brazos, anda buscando por toda su casa. Dile que me diga que quiere mami, yo se lo busco. La niña solo quería estar al lado del conejo blanco.
Si el conejo pudiera hablar le contaría que le habían quitado a sus hijos, se lo habían llevado lejos. Pero ella no podía gritar, ni reclamar, simplemente quedarse quietecita buscándolos por todos lados.
La niña estaba muy enferma y solo había pedido abrazar al conejo blanco otra vez. Pero cuando la llevaron ya no estaba el conejo blanco, buscaron por todos lados. Solo cuando se acerco el dueño de la conejera entendieron que se había ido. Les dijo que era una coneja muy mal hablada, que se quejaba porque le habían quitado a sus hijos.
Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el reto diario del amigo @latino.romano y @mariannewest
ENGLISH VERSION
I've never met a foul-mouthed rabbit. They're always soft and fluffy, warm to rest your little head on. They're always hopping from corner to corner, always restless and attentive. I want it, Mommy, give me one, I want to hold it. Even for her little arms, it was a small burden, but she held it firmly, glued it to her pretty new dress, and there they cuddled up, staring at each other for a while.
It seems like she wants to go to her mommy. She slips out of my arms, searching all over her house. Tell her to tell me what she wants, Mommy, and I'll find it for her. The little girl just wanted to be by the white rabbit's side.
If the rabbit could talk, he would tell her that her children had been taken away from her, whisked away. But she couldn't scream or complain, she could just stay very still, looking everywhere for them.
The little girl was very sick and had only asked to hug the white rabbit again. But when they brought her, the white rabbit was gone; they searched everywhere. Only when the owner of the rabbit hutch approached did they realize she was gone. He told them she was a very foul-mouthed rabbit, complaining that her babies had been taken away from her.
This text corresponds to my participation in the daily challenge of my friend @latino.romano, @wakeupkitty, @felt.buzz and @mariannewest
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