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Been a bit but wrote another silly string of words to accompany art by 
ducky! He has yet to post it so keep an eye out for when he does. Think of this as a sneak peek of sorts if anything.
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Wynnie the Bear was without a care as she strolled through the woods. Arms at her sides, hands dipping low to brush along the tree’s sides, all while her lengthy strides-
“Did you just rhyme sides with sides?” Wynnie snorted.
…Too much?
Whistling through clenched teeth, the golden furred ursine forced a smile. “Far be it from me to tell you how to narrate but I meaaaan-”
A husky and syrupy voice, belonging to an unseen someone, repeatedly coughed and cleared its throat. Wynnie the Bear was without a care as she strolled through the woods. While she was out walking Wynnie began to think about honey.
Brushing back a wild bang of hair hanging over her eyes Wynnie couldn’t help but giggle. “Well now that you mention it…”
At that a good natured chuckle boomed across acres of unspoilt land. Wynnie was a stubborn sort you see and when she set her mind to something she stuck to it.
The enormous bear, her knees knocking against and rustling the leafy limbs of the not so towering oaks at her feet, pinched her fingers against her chin and mulled her options.
She pondered and pondered and pondered some more! Until…
“Until…” she trailed off with a hum. Cheeks puffed out Wynnie bashfully tucked her arms against her generous chest.
Hmm?
Wiggling side to side, her tiny red shirt barely able to conceal much less contain her sweater muffins, Wynnie shyly swiveled her eyes skyward. “Pssst! Pssssssst!”
Something the matter, Wynnie?
Wynnie nodded sadly. “I’m coming up empty here! You… you wouldn’t happen to have any hints for me to work with would you?”
Sorry, Wynnie. You know I’m not supposed to-
Hands clasped together, Wynnie summoned the saddest pout she could manage. Eyes gone wide, tears beading beneath them, and even her button nose started to sniffle for good measure.
N-no. No! Noooooooooo. Wynnie don’t you. You. I. …Doh I can’t take it! The Narrator, on the verge of crying himself, completely buckled beneath her charm offensive. With a sigh he properly composed himself before doling out some breadcrumbs. Ohhhhh very well. Now I suppose honey does rhyme with bunny. And bunny rhymes with…
“Rabbit!” Wynnie excitedly exclaimed. “Rayna the Rabbit!”
It most certainly does not but… sure! We’ll go with that!
Balled fists clenched before her, Wynnie excitedly bounced them against her bearish bazoongas. “I like Rayna!” the bear beamed. Smacking her lips she excitedly proceeded to romp through the forest. “She’s always so straight and to the point! Like… ‘By all means help yourself, Wynnie!’ or ‘Invite yourself to every meal why don’t you, Wynnie!’”
Tucked away within her burrow, nice and neatly organized, Rayna the Rabbit was putting the finishing touches on a delightful lunch for her lonesome.
Freezing in place, hunched over her table, a pale yellow furred rabbit blinked incredulously after having just finished meticulously laying out her silverware. Nostrils flared, she stifled a heavy exhale. “You better not be narrating what I think you’re narrating.”
Uhhhhhh
“So help me you gossipy-”
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Flopping onto her chest, paws kicked up behind her, Wynnie slid to a halt before a grass and flower lined hill. Carved into its side a well-kept tunnel, tastefully lit and decorated, beckoned reasonably sized guests to make their way inside. “Rayna!” called Wynnie in a sing-song voice. “Are you home?”
“Sure aren’t!” hollered a voice suspiciously similar to Rayna’s.
Lips pursed, Wynnie let her chin come to rest before the tunnel. “Bother. Well… who is home then?”
“Nobody! Nobody at all!”
Wynnie’s eyes lit up at the clarification. “Hello, Nobody! Say… would you happen to be free for lunch?”
Rayna angrily shook her fist at her ceiling as a nervous and sputtering whistle, growing quieter by the second, accentuated the scene. “S-sorry, Wynnie! No can do! I’ve uh. Um.”
Curiously tilting her head to the side, Wynnie let it come to rest before the tunnel. Pinching one eye shut she peered down the path leading into Raya’s respite. “Have we met before, Nobody? I’m not the best with names but you somehow already seem to know mine!”
A long and drawn out sigh, fluctuating back and forth in pitch and intensity, wafted out from the burrow as Rayna wistfully eyed the soon to be emptied pots of honey that lined her shelf.
Lips wavering, Wynnie couldn’t help but snicker. “Hello, Rayna!”
“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Wynnie.” Hippity hoppitying on out from her burrow, Rayna reluctantly regarded Wynnie’s sunshiney smile. “Hey there Big Bear! W-w-what brings you out here?”
Wynnie eagerly shuffled in place, legs kicking behind her, as she rhymed out a response. “I figured what better a day to pay a visit to and say hey to my fine friend, Ray…na!”
Ears flopped behind her head, the rabbit pulled her lips flat as her feet frustratedly stomped and stamped. Confound it all. Why did she have to be so darn cute? “Me oh my what a pleasant surprise! For I was… uh… eh. Feh.” Rayna dismissively swatted at no one in particular. “...Care for some lunch?”
The enormous ursine’s eyes positively sparkled at the extension of the invitation. “Awh, why thank you Rayna!” Wiggling forward, tongue blepped out, Wynnie happily hummed to herself while Rayna dragged a table out of her burrow. “Now that you mention it my tumbly was feeling awfully rumbly!”
“You don’t say,” Rayna snarked.
The dishes all clattered, and sauces a splattered, as-
Grunting, Rayna pointed an accusatory finger up at the sky. The narration cut off with a nervous whimper as the rabbit took to setting the table as best she could on such short notice. “Would you like some jam for your toast? Some peanut butter?”
Smacking her lips, Wynnie hummed and hawed.
Rayna tiredly pinched at her forehead. Oh why did she even bother. Hoisting a round red jar off of the table she gestured at her golden furred guest with it. “...Some honey?”
Hands clapped against her face, Wynnie happily took to kneading her cheeks. “Only because you so kindly offered!” she giggled. “Why I’d love to try a little bit of everything, Rayna! Minus the jam. And the peanut butter. Annnd the bread!”
“So just the honey then?” Rayna asked. Shoulders slouched, she awaited the obvious answer.
Wynnie emphatically nod nod nodded. “If you please! Just a smidge of a serving!” Hand upturned and held out before her, the ample ursine extended her index finger and playfully booped Rayna with it.
Stepping forth, Rayna tilted the jar and allowed a dollop of sugary sweetness to plop atop it. In silence she and Wynnie exchanged uneasy glances back and forth.
“Something uh… something wrong?” Rayna asked.
Lips pursed together into a pout, Wynnie pitifully whined. “I was hoping for a more sizable smidge than that.”
“Huh. I-I mean. Maybe it’d be faster, and easier, if I let you help yourself to-”
POFF
“Gosh! Don’t mind if I do, Rayna!” With practiced care, her puffy finger brushing gently against the rabbit’s palms, Wynnie tipped and tapped the jar of honey lower and lower and lower still. The bashful bear beamed while she took to slurping on a honey soaked finger. As the jar swiveled back and forth, Rayna having relegated herself to holding it aloft until its amber colored contents were emptied, the Big Bear slid her finger back beneath it for a second smidge. A third. A fourth!
“Why do I enable you…” Rayna groaned.
And so Wynnie ate, and ate, and ate some more!
“Clearly you’re no better!” stammered the rabbit. “Stop encouraging her!”
But if I don’t narrate then who will?
“You could always just… just… just not,” Rayna exasperatedly replied.
I’m sorry, I really am! But we both know this can only end, this can only rhyme, one way.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare!”
Clearing his throat, the Narrator gathered his breath and steeled his nerves. She ate and ate until there wasn’t anymore!
“OH. SO IT’S ALL GONE. JUST LIKE THAT?”
Until at long last, in a sleepy voice, she said to Rayna-
“HEY. HEY HEY HEY! YOU CAN’T JUST OFFLOAD ME LIKE THAT! WE’RE NOT DONE HERE!”
Rubbing at her eyes, her tumbly no longer grumbly, Wynnie nosed contentedly at Rayna. “I really ought to get going now,” she said with a yawn. “Goodbye, Rayna! Lunch was ‘licious as always!”
Tugging at her ears, Rayna swallowed down a scream. “G-g-goodbye, Wynnie,” she strained to spit out through her clenched teeth. “I'm sure I'll see you again all too-”
BADOOOOM
"...Soon."
Wynnie, stifling ever greater and grander yawns, rolled over onto her side. Head propped up against Rayna’s burrow like a pillow she comfortably nuzzled into the grassy and flower lined hill.
Cupping her face in her hands, inarticulate strings of vowels and consonants poured through Rayna’s fingers as Wynnie dozed off atop her home. Spreading her digits apart the rabbit couldn’t help peek between them and blush at the sight of the sleeping, and busty, behemoth snoring gently before her.
And so Wynnie the Bear, ever without a care, let her sleepy head come to bear against-
Eyes gone wide, Rayna cupped her hands around her snout and proceeded to shout. “YOU. YEAH YOU. YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
N-n-nuh.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?”
You’re just going to yell at me!
“DAMN RIGHT I’M GOING TO YELL AT YOU! OH AND BY THE BY DID YOU REALLY TRY TO RHYME BEAR WITH BEAR? WHAT KIND OF LAZY-” Rayna’s ears flicked to attention at the panicked rustling of pages, and the heavy clack of footsteps, as the Narrator hurriedly fled the scene.
“H-HEY! OH YOU SON OF A-”
ducky! He has yet to post it so keep an eye out for when he does. Think of this as a sneak peek of sorts if anything.Thumbnail by
duckyWynnie the Bear was without a care as she strolled through the woods. Arms at her sides, hands dipping low to brush along the tree’s sides, all while her lengthy strides-
“Did you just rhyme sides with sides?” Wynnie snorted.
…Too much?
Whistling through clenched teeth, the golden furred ursine forced a smile. “Far be it from me to tell you how to narrate but I meaaaan-”
A husky and syrupy voice, belonging to an unseen someone, repeatedly coughed and cleared its throat. Wynnie the Bear was without a care as she strolled through the woods. While she was out walking Wynnie began to think about honey.
Brushing back a wild bang of hair hanging over her eyes Wynnie couldn’t help but giggle. “Well now that you mention it…”
At that a good natured chuckle boomed across acres of unspoilt land. Wynnie was a stubborn sort you see and when she set her mind to something she stuck to it.
The enormous bear, her knees knocking against and rustling the leafy limbs of the not so towering oaks at her feet, pinched her fingers against her chin and mulled her options.
She pondered and pondered and pondered some more! Until…
“Until…” she trailed off with a hum. Cheeks puffed out Wynnie bashfully tucked her arms against her generous chest.
Hmm?
Wiggling side to side, her tiny red shirt barely able to conceal much less contain her sweater muffins, Wynnie shyly swiveled her eyes skyward. “Pssst! Pssssssst!”
Something the matter, Wynnie?
Wynnie nodded sadly. “I’m coming up empty here! You… you wouldn’t happen to have any hints for me to work with would you?”
Sorry, Wynnie. You know I’m not supposed to-
Hands clasped together, Wynnie summoned the saddest pout she could manage. Eyes gone wide, tears beading beneath them, and even her button nose started to sniffle for good measure.
N-no. No! Noooooooooo. Wynnie don’t you. You. I. …Doh I can’t take it! The Narrator, on the verge of crying himself, completely buckled beneath her charm offensive. With a sigh he properly composed himself before doling out some breadcrumbs. Ohhhhh very well. Now I suppose honey does rhyme with bunny. And bunny rhymes with…
“Rabbit!” Wynnie excitedly exclaimed. “Rayna the Rabbit!”
It most certainly does not but… sure! We’ll go with that!
Balled fists clenched before her, Wynnie excitedly bounced them against her bearish bazoongas. “I like Rayna!” the bear beamed. Smacking her lips she excitedly proceeded to romp through the forest. “She’s always so straight and to the point! Like… ‘By all means help yourself, Wynnie!’ or ‘Invite yourself to every meal why don’t you, Wynnie!’”
Tucked away within her burrow, nice and neatly organized, Rayna the Rabbit was putting the finishing touches on a delightful lunch for her lonesome.
Freezing in place, hunched over her table, a pale yellow furred rabbit blinked incredulously after having just finished meticulously laying out her silverware. Nostrils flared, she stifled a heavy exhale. “You better not be narrating what I think you’re narrating.”
Uhhhhhh
“So help me you gossipy-”
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Flopping onto her chest, paws kicked up behind her, Wynnie slid to a halt before a grass and flower lined hill. Carved into its side a well-kept tunnel, tastefully lit and decorated, beckoned reasonably sized guests to make their way inside. “Rayna!” called Wynnie in a sing-song voice. “Are you home?”
“Sure aren’t!” hollered a voice suspiciously similar to Rayna’s.
Lips pursed, Wynnie let her chin come to rest before the tunnel. “Bother. Well… who is home then?”
“Nobody! Nobody at all!”
Wynnie’s eyes lit up at the clarification. “Hello, Nobody! Say… would you happen to be free for lunch?”
Rayna angrily shook her fist at her ceiling as a nervous and sputtering whistle, growing quieter by the second, accentuated the scene. “S-sorry, Wynnie! No can do! I’ve uh. Um.”
Curiously tilting her head to the side, Wynnie let it come to rest before the tunnel. Pinching one eye shut she peered down the path leading into Raya’s respite. “Have we met before, Nobody? I’m not the best with names but you somehow already seem to know mine!”
A long and drawn out sigh, fluctuating back and forth in pitch and intensity, wafted out from the burrow as Rayna wistfully eyed the soon to be emptied pots of honey that lined her shelf.
Lips wavering, Wynnie couldn’t help but snicker. “Hello, Rayna!”
“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Wynnie.” Hippity hoppitying on out from her burrow, Rayna reluctantly regarded Wynnie’s sunshiney smile. “Hey there Big Bear! W-w-what brings you out here?”
Wynnie eagerly shuffled in place, legs kicking behind her, as she rhymed out a response. “I figured what better a day to pay a visit to and say hey to my fine friend, Ray…na!”
Ears flopped behind her head, the rabbit pulled her lips flat as her feet frustratedly stomped and stamped. Confound it all. Why did she have to be so darn cute? “Me oh my what a pleasant surprise! For I was… uh… eh. Feh.” Rayna dismissively swatted at no one in particular. “...Care for some lunch?”
The enormous ursine’s eyes positively sparkled at the extension of the invitation. “Awh, why thank you Rayna!” Wiggling forward, tongue blepped out, Wynnie happily hummed to herself while Rayna dragged a table out of her burrow. “Now that you mention it my tumbly was feeling awfully rumbly!”
“You don’t say,” Rayna snarked.
The dishes all clattered, and sauces a splattered, as-
Grunting, Rayna pointed an accusatory finger up at the sky. The narration cut off with a nervous whimper as the rabbit took to setting the table as best she could on such short notice. “Would you like some jam for your toast? Some peanut butter?”
Smacking her lips, Wynnie hummed and hawed.
Rayna tiredly pinched at her forehead. Oh why did she even bother. Hoisting a round red jar off of the table she gestured at her golden furred guest with it. “...Some honey?”
Hands clapped against her face, Wynnie happily took to kneading her cheeks. “Only because you so kindly offered!” she giggled. “Why I’d love to try a little bit of everything, Rayna! Minus the jam. And the peanut butter. Annnd the bread!”
“So just the honey then?” Rayna asked. Shoulders slouched, she awaited the obvious answer.
Wynnie emphatically nod nod nodded. “If you please! Just a smidge of a serving!” Hand upturned and held out before her, the ample ursine extended her index finger and playfully booped Rayna with it.
Stepping forth, Rayna tilted the jar and allowed a dollop of sugary sweetness to plop atop it. In silence she and Wynnie exchanged uneasy glances back and forth.
“Something uh… something wrong?” Rayna asked.
Lips pursed together into a pout, Wynnie pitifully whined. “I was hoping for a more sizable smidge than that.”
“Huh. I-I mean. Maybe it’d be faster, and easier, if I let you help yourself to-”
POFF
“Gosh! Don’t mind if I do, Rayna!” With practiced care, her puffy finger brushing gently against the rabbit’s palms, Wynnie tipped and tapped the jar of honey lower and lower and lower still. The bashful bear beamed while she took to slurping on a honey soaked finger. As the jar swiveled back and forth, Rayna having relegated herself to holding it aloft until its amber colored contents were emptied, the Big Bear slid her finger back beneath it for a second smidge. A third. A fourth!
“Why do I enable you…” Rayna groaned.
And so Wynnie ate, and ate, and ate some more!
“Clearly you’re no better!” stammered the rabbit. “Stop encouraging her!”
But if I don’t narrate then who will?
“You could always just… just… just not,” Rayna exasperatedly replied.
I’m sorry, I really am! But we both know this can only end, this can only rhyme, one way.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare!”
Clearing his throat, the Narrator gathered his breath and steeled his nerves. She ate and ate until there wasn’t anymore!
“OH. SO IT’S ALL GONE. JUST LIKE THAT?”
Until at long last, in a sleepy voice, she said to Rayna-
“HEY. HEY HEY HEY! YOU CAN’T JUST OFFLOAD ME LIKE THAT! WE’RE NOT DONE HERE!”
Rubbing at her eyes, her tumbly no longer grumbly, Wynnie nosed contentedly at Rayna. “I really ought to get going now,” she said with a yawn. “Goodbye, Rayna! Lunch was ‘licious as always!”
Tugging at her ears, Rayna swallowed down a scream. “G-g-goodbye, Wynnie,” she strained to spit out through her clenched teeth. “I'm sure I'll see you again all too-”
BADOOOOM
"...Soon."
Wynnie, stifling ever greater and grander yawns, rolled over onto her side. Head propped up against Rayna’s burrow like a pillow she comfortably nuzzled into the grassy and flower lined hill.
Cupping her face in her hands, inarticulate strings of vowels and consonants poured through Rayna’s fingers as Wynnie dozed off atop her home. Spreading her digits apart the rabbit couldn’t help peek between them and blush at the sight of the sleeping, and busty, behemoth snoring gently before her.
And so Wynnie the Bear, ever without a care, let her sleepy head come to bear against-
Eyes gone wide, Rayna cupped her hands around her snout and proceeded to shout. “YOU. YEAH YOU. YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
N-n-nuh.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?”
You’re just going to yell at me!
“DAMN RIGHT I’M GOING TO YELL AT YOU! OH AND BY THE BY DID YOU REALLY TRY TO RHYME BEAR WITH BEAR? WHAT KIND OF LAZY-” Rayna’s ears flicked to attention at the panicked rustling of pages, and the heavy clack of footsteps, as the Narrator hurriedly fled the scene.
“H-HEY! OH YOU SON OF A-”
Category Story / All
Species Bear (Other)
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