This is a prequel of The Greedy Bunny, Erin Poon's story. We know each other personally, so she doesn't mind. It is written from Sugar's point of view, and is all about her. Please read and review!_

"I will love you forever and ever."Riiight. Those were the first words I heard when I moved here. My name is Sugar. I'm a show rabbit, or I mean I was a show rabbit. I gave up my show days when I was brought here. As I was saying, I was told I would be loved forever, but boy, was I wrong. Actually, I was loved very much for a period of time, and I thought I would be loved forever during that period of time.

It was a crisp autumn morning when I was at the annual London Rabbit Fair. My fur was groomed and was quite sleek and shiny. I was in the showing arena, showing off my attractiveness. I am also very smart. I think I might be psychic. Weeelll, maybe not, but I'm just knowledgable. I was showing off my intelligence by immediately reacting to every command my show breeder, Cynthia, was saying. The audience 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at my last trick, which was doing a waltz with my owner. It looked hilarious, because I'm so short compared to her, so she had to bend down in order to dance with me. I even twirled which, believe me, is tough for a rabbit. Well, it is a tradition and the regulation of a show rabbit to be sold after the show, during the days while the fair was a point of entertainment. So sadly, I had to say goodbye to Cynthia. She took two good years training me, feeding me, and using her loving affections on me. And just like that, she's gone.

It was dreary the two days I waited at the fair. Our daily schedule: sleep, eat, drink, poop, repeat. I tried socializing with the rabbit on my right side, but she wasn't too friendly. When I tried to ask her questions to start a conversation, but all she gave me were yes or no answers. All I found out was that her name was Tinta, she was from Casterville Rabbit Farm, and she specialized in beauty during the show. I could tell about the beauty part. Tinta was a deep, solid chocolate color, with light blue eyes. Blue eyes aren't that common in a rabbit's DNA, so blue eyes always got extra points in the show arena. I, unfortunately, did not have those beautiful, unique eyes. Mine were just plain brown, and my fur was the color of cream, or perhaps lotion (a human word). Maybe I didn't get so many points in the beauty section because I looked greasy. Oh well, I prefer brains over beauty, unlike some people.

So it was the third day as I thought I would never be chosen. But that was when I saw her. She was a fair girl, probably in her adolescent years. Her straight brown-blonde hair shone in the sunlight. She had dark brown eyes that seemed to be far away. Hmmm, I thought, I don't think she excells in the intelligence department, but she'd do.

"Hurry, Harriet dear, your sister is waiting," an older woman said to the girl. The girl nodded as her eyes lost the I'm-daydreaming-about-a-cute-guy look. She looked around attentively, searching for the right rabbit.

"Hey, Mom,"she said, eyes shining, "what about this one?" She pointed to Tinta. I eyed her enviously, narrowing my eyes.

"Look at it's profile first," the mother said. It was hard to tell the expression on her face, it looked between impatient and interested. Weird combination.

"Let's see here,"Harriet mumbled. "It's a female. Her name's Tinta. Um...five stars for health. Four stars for weight. Five stars for looks...and...two stars for intelligence." Harriet's (or Hattie) mom seemed to cringe at the last rating. I glanced with a superior expression on my face in the direction of Tinta.

"Hattie, do you really want a dumb rabbit?" It was Tinta's turn to cringe.

"But she's sooo pretty," Hattie whined. I saw more people coming into the barn, raising the volume of the place above forty decibels.

"Okay dear, whatever you say, as long as your the one caring for her. But I must warn you, Harriet, it might be hard dealing with a dumb rabbit," her mother warned. Hattie pondered this a moment as her mother walked over near me and started reading my profile.

"Look,"the mother said, "this rabbit, Sugar, has five starts for intelligence." I mentally congratulated myself on this achievement.

"Can I have them both?" Hattie said hopefully.

Her mother sighed. "Very well, but you will be the one caring for them."

I felt myself being transportated from cage to other cage, and Tinta the same. The ride home was turbulant, and I did not enjoy it very much.

As the months passed, Tinta and I learned how to get along, though by instinct, I wanted to fight. Funny that nobody had me mixed up with a male. We were actually very well cared for. Perhaps a bit too well. We were fed over three meals a day and given multiple treats. As a smart rabbit would, I evenly divided the food throughout the week. If it was too much, I would leave it or dump it onto the ground below our hutch. Tinta, though, as a dimwit, ate it all, resulting her becoming extremely overweight, unfit, and unhealthy. Her coat was no longer lustrous, and her eyes became dull. As she was slowly deteriorating, I became healthier.

Then something uncalled for happened. Tinta fell asleep and never woke up. Call me heartless, but I was secretly relieved. It makes me uncomfortable to see such a sick rabbit every day of my life.

After the death of Tinta, I was pampered even more so. Still, I was cautious-for a time anyway. Soon I accepted the love I was given, and I thought it would last forever. And it did, until she came.

Harriet Richards, the girl who claimed that Sugar would be loved forever, welcomed a dog into her household. I knew from the beginning that this would happen. Perhaps you don't know what this is. When a younger, cuter, more attractive pet moves in, the old, novelty-worn-of pet moves out. I could predict it.

And it did happen. "HATTIE!" Mrs. Richards exclaimed sharply."stop playing with the puppy and go feed your rabbit!" I was starving and hadn't been fed in days-and it wasn't the first time either.

"Okay!" Hattie replied defensively. "I was just taking care of Lila." So that's the name of the dog-Lila. Now I know who to hate.

"If this happens one more time, the rabbit goes away,"her mother said with a great finality. My jaw dropped open with horror. I've heard what they do to pets that no one wants at the Humane Society.

"Who cares?" I heard Hattie mumbling under her stinkin' breath. I do, I thought mentally. I knew this would not end well. And it didn't.

Hattie's mother did mean what she said. It wasn't long before I was put up for sale (because I was still in great condition both in health and appearance). There was soon a special summer fair, that only involved the county. The Richards took their chances, and put me up for the show. Suprisingly, I was one of the rabbits in better condition.

Now there was a man named Matt, and he was an American. He came all the way from America to add some quality rabbits to his Bunny-Bit House, a rabbit farm. Perhaps by chance or luck, I caught his eye. He purchased me, and we boarded a ship to America.

I love the Bunny-Bit House just too much more than Hattie Richard's house. I wonder if the Richards will give away Lila when a new pet comes along. It's a pity that there aren't enough responsible pet owners in this world.

It's about a year after I was sent from England, and I have a mate named Velvet. How we met and mated, is another long story that has already been written by a young lady. It is called The Greedy Bunny. Velvet was chosen to be the Easter Bunny many times after he refined his greedy ways. Perhaps some of you think that happy endings are pathetic, but if you are the one in the story, you'd like a happy ending.

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