It was the early afternoon, Jenny the Rabbit was making herself a sandwich. “No lettuce, OR tomato? She sneered. Jenny looked in the pantry, but found a jar of peanut butter. “Molly (her roommate)” she stammered, “doesn’t she know I’m allergic to peanuts if injected.” She placed the jar on the counter, unaware the lid was lose, and wrote a note.

{Dear Molly, stop buying peanut butter. It makes me sick and I’m sure it’s discussing.
Sighed Jenny}

Jenny soon went back to her room with a bag of chips to calm her appetite. Later, the jar of peanut butter fell all over the ground with a (thud.) “What was that?” Jenny asked herself. She got up from her chair and went into the kitchen. She looked around, and as she stepped forward she stepped on the peanut butter with her bare foot. “Huh?” She gasped, “oh it’s the peanut butter” she said calmly. “I better wash this off” she said to herself. She went to turn on the sink, but no water came out, their was also a note beside it.

{Dear Jenny, forgot to pay the water bill,
sorry -~-}

“Why am I not surprised.” She lifted he foot out of the Peanut Butter, it was a little sticky. It held onto her foot. Jenny scrunched her toes as the peanut butter oozed between them. She blushed, “well, I can’t inject it, but they said nothing about touching it. She then placed her other paw in the brownish orange glob. She sat up on a counter and looked at her feet, they glistened in the kitchen light, and she watched the creaminess oozing around her paw was very welcoming. Once her fun was done she needed to get the gunk off, she couldn’t leave the kitchen, because the rest of the house had carpet. The kitchen didn’t have much in it, only really sharp knives. “Mmm, what am I too do?” She thought. Suddenly her Dog (Lucky) came up to her with a leash in her mouth. “Oh lucky, I wish I could, but my feet are covered with peanut butter, I don’t suppose you could help me?” Suddenly the dog started lick the peanut butter off. “Hey, what are you? HeheHey” Jenny giggled, “that tickles!” The dog licked on her heal, under her soles, and between her toes. Once the job was complete and Jenny’s feet were all clean., Jenny thanked Lucky “ your such a girl” Jenny pated. She then cleaned up the rest of the peanut butter of the ground with a towel.

That night, Molly soon came threw the front door, she sniffed the area. “You smell like dog breathe” she said to Jenny. “At least I’m not stuck in peanut butter” Jenny said to herself…