Panic attacks me, I am prepared to flee. Then, I realize the gloomy coloured scales of the egg flutter for a minute… The hatching is close. We meet the furry creature. “Don’t worry, We wont harm you, you are safe here” Ralph says shockingly. The bunnymander reverses in hesitation. The mander dips its head back, its silky fur covering the egg nest. It takes time to slowly creep and tilts its face towards us, begging to calm down. We quietly sutter pass the bunnymander as a faint line of gleam reveals itself. I can see the bunnymanders sharp, needle teeth on its mouth. The bunnymander hops furiously as it wraps our arms. It hops back down calmly and lets us of.
Outside, the storm snarls. Inside, I can hear the bunnymander hopping by its nest. And the sound of it going down to keep its rare egg comfy and safe.
We walk back outside and the sky is clearing. People are waking up ready to start their day. Mr Smith is setting out a few tables as it seems to be a good day.Dylan’s fish and chip shop is opening. He’s inside making chips for free. Mr Smith goes to go to his restaurant. He prepares piles of plates for the customers to use.
I twitch with the keys and bang the door open. Inside, chill and peace. Later it will be crowded full of people. As I open the counter to the secret, my head is about to explode with so many thoughts. Will the bunnymander’s egg hatch? Can we keep the small bunnymander away from spying eyes? Are the eggs mythical?
Everyday, Ralph has been stuck in the library for days, he has been reading myths and legends by the people who used to live in this town a long time ago. He discovered that the egg hatches every minute to