Wild Bo Rabbit Takes the Pie

Anna Bell had grabbed an egg and cracked it, letting the gooey sun middle slip into the bowl. “Oh my stars!” she said. “We are fresh out of Carrots. Son, would you go out back to your father’s garden and check if there are any new carrots ready to be pulled.” The backyard is where the vegetables were. One of two gardens his father Otis poured his time into and took great ownership in. “Yes mama,” he said. “Mustard greens, Purple cabbage, and squash,” he hollard to Anna Bell through the window. “Can you use any of these?” “I most certainly can not,” his mama said wiping her hands on her apron, “I will have to send you out to the market. Now go get more carrots and sugar and be quick about it.” With a flash, Wild ‘bo rabbit had zoomed all the way to the market and had come back with the supplies she requested. Anna Bell gave her son a kiss on the cheek for returning quicker than she expected. “I really do think you might just be the fastest little bunny in all of Piney Temple,” she laughed. Quickly mama began putting all the ingredients together and before you know it she was pulling her renowned pie out of the oven.