Once upon a time, in a wiggly-jiggly meadow filled with squishy-tishy grass and twinkly-winkly flowers, there lived a fluffy bunny named Bobbles. Bobbles was no ordinary bunny. Oh no! He was a bouncy-wouncy bunny with ears as floppy as flapjacks and a nose that twitched like a tickly-tickly feather. Every day, Bobbles would hop and skip and jump with joy, making the meadow ring with giggles and laughter.
One sunny morning, Bobbles woke up with a bounce in his step and a sparkle in his eyes. “Hoppy-hooray! It’s a brand-new day for bouncing!” he exclaimed, wiggling his fluffy tail with excitement. With a hop and a skip, Bobbles bounded out of his burrow and into the meadow, ready for another adventure.
Bobbles hopped and skipped and jumped higher and higher, feeling the warm sunshine on his fur and the soft breeze tickling his ears. “Bounce-a-lot, bounce-a-lot, off I go to bounce-a-lot!” he sang, his fluffy cheeks glowing pink with joy.
But as Bobbles bounced higher and higher, something peculiar happened. He bounced so high that he reached a fluffy white cloud floating in the sky! “Wobble-wabble! What’s this?” Bobbles exclaimed, his fluffy ears twitching in surprise. He looked around and realized he was stuck on the cloud, with no way to bounce back down to the meadow below.
“Oh my gobbles! I’m stuck on a fluffity-fluff cloud!” Bobbles cried, his big bunny eyes wide with wonder. He hopped around the cloud, trying to find a way down, but it was no use. The cloud was too fluffy and soft for him to grip with his paws.
Just then, Bobbles heard a tinkly-tinkly sound above him. He looked up and saw a flock of colorful birds flying by, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. “Hello there, fluffy friends!” Bobbles called out, waving his floppy ears in excitement. “Can you help me get down from this wibbly-wobbly cloud?”
The birds chirped and tweeted, fluttering their wings as they circled around Bobbles. “Bobbles, dear bunny, how did you get up there?” one of the birds asked, tilting its head curiously.
“I was bouncing-a-lot, and then I bounced too high and ended up here!” Bobbles explained, his fluffy tail drooping with worry. “Please, can you help me find a way down? I miss my wiggly-jiggly meadow and all my fuzzy-wuzzy friends.”
The birds huddled together, chirping and tweeting as they whispered amongst themselves. Finally, one of the birds fluttered down to Bobbles and said, “We’ll help you, Bobbles! But first, you need to learn to flap your ears like wings and glide down with us.”
Bobbles gasped in amazement. “Flap my ears like wings? Gobble-gosh, that sounds like fun!” he exclaimed, his fluffy cheeks lighting up with excitement. And so, with the help of the friendly birds, Bobbles embarked on a wibbly-wobbly adventure to learn how to flap his ears and glide back down to the meadow below.
But little did Bobbles know, his wibbly-wobbly adventure was just beginning, and there were many more surprises waiting for him along the way…
Lost in the Clouds
As Bobbles wiggled and wobbled on the fluffy cloud, the friendly birds flapped and fluttered around him, teaching him how to flap his ears like wings. “Now, Bobbles, just flap-a-dap your ears like this!” chirped one of the birds, demonstrating a wibbly-wobbly flap with its feathers.
Bobbles watched with wide bunny eyes, his fluffy ears twitching with excitement. “Like this, you mean?” he asked, trying to imitate the bird’s wibbly-wobbly flap. But instead of flapping his ears, Bobbles ended up wiggling them like jiggly jellybeans!
The birds giggled and twittered, fluttering around Bobbles in a flurry of feathers. “Not quite, Bobbles! You need to flap-a-dap harder, like this!” another bird chirped, showing Bobbles how to flap with more wibbly-wobbly gusto.
Bobbles tried again, flapping his ears with all his might. “Flap-a-dap, flap-a-dap, flap-a-dap!” he chanted, hopping and skipping on the cloud. But no matter how hard he flapped, Bobbles couldn’t seem to lift himself off the fluffy fluff.
“Oh my gobble-gosh, this is harder than it looks!” Bobbles exclaimed, his fluffy tail drooping with disappointment. “I’ll never learn to flap my ears like wings!”
But the friendly birds didn’t give up on Bobbles. “Don’t worry, Bobbles! Practice makes perfect,” they chirped, encouraging him to keep trying. And so, Bobbles wiggled and wobbled, flapping his ears with all his might, determined to master the wibbly-wobbly art of flying.
As the day turned into night and the stars twinkled in the sky, Bobbles continued to practice his wibbly-wobbly flaps. But just as he was starting to feel tired and sleepy, something unexpected happened.
A gusty-wusty wind blew through the fluffy cloud, sending Bobbles tumbling and twirling through the air! “Wobble-wobble, what’s happening?” he cried, his fluffy fur ruffling in the breeze.
The birds chirped and fluttered, trying to keep up with Bobbles as he tumbled and twirled. “Hold on tight, Bobbles! We’ll help you find your way back down,” they tweeted, their feathers ruffling in the gusty-wusty wind.
But try as they might, the birds couldn’t seem to catch Bobbles as he bounced and bumped against the fluffy cloud. “Oh my gobble-gosh, I’m lost in the clouds!” Bobbles exclaimed, his fluffy ears flopping in the breeze.
As Bobbles tumbled and twirled through the fluffy clouds, he couldn’t help but feel scared and lonely. “Wibble-wobble, where are my fuzzy-wuzzy friends?” he whimpered, his fluffy cheeks wet with tears.
But just when Bobbles thought he would never find his way back home, he heard a familiar sound in the distance. It was the tinkly-tinkly song of the friendly birds, chirping and twittering as they flew closer and closer.
“Bobbles, dear bunny, we’re here to help you!” the birds chirped, fluttering around Bobbles in a flurry of feathers. “Just hold on tight, and we’ll find a way to get you back down to the meadow below.”
With the help of the friendly birds, Bobbles continued to tumble and twirl through the fluffy clouds, his fluffy ears flapping and fluttering in the gusty-wusty wind. And though he felt scared and lonely at times, Bobbles knew that as long as he had his fuzzy-wuzzy friends by his side, he would always find his way back home…
A Bouncing Bunny’s Rescue
With the friendly birds chirping and fluttering around him, Bobbles continued to tumble and twirl through the fluffy clouds, his fluffy ears flapping and fluttering in the gusty-wusty wind. “Wibble-wobble, I’m scared!” he cried, his fluffy fur ruffling in the breeze.
But the birds didn’t give up on Bobbles. “Hold on tight, Bobbles! We’re almost there!” they chirped, fluttering closer and closer to the fluffy cloud. And sure enough, after what felt like a squiggle-wiggle forever, Bobbles saw a familiar sight in the distance – the wiggly-jiggly meadow with its squishy-tishy grass and twinkly-winkly flowers!
“Hoppy-hooray! I see my wiggly-jiggly meadow!” Bobbles exclaimed, his fluffy ears perking up with excitement. With one final wibbly-wobbly flap of his ears, Bobbles tumbled and twirled through the fluffy clouds and landed with a bounce on the soft grass below.
The friendly birds fluttered down beside him, chirping and twittering with joy. “You did it, Bobbles! You’re back home safe and sound,” they tweeted, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight.
Bobbles hopped and skipped with delight, feeling the warm sunshine on his fur and the soft breeze tickling his ears. “Hoppy-hooray! I’m back in my wiggly-jiggly meadow with all my fuzzy-wuzzy friends!” he exclaimed, his fluffy tail wagging with happiness.
Just then, Bobbles heard a familiar voice calling out to him from the edge of the meadow. It was his best fuzzy-wuzzy friend, Flopsy the rabbit, with her floppy ears and twitchy nose.
“Bobbles, dear bunny, where have you been?” Flopsy asked, hopping over to him with a worried look on her face.
Bobbles hopped over to Flopsy with a bounce and a skip, his fluffy cheeks glowing pink with excitement. “Oh my gobble-gosh, Flopsy! You won’t believe the wibbly-wobbly adventure I’ve had,” he exclaimed, his fluffy tail wagging with excitement.
And so, Bobbles told Flopsy all about his bouncy-wouncy adventure in the fluffy clouds, with the friendly birds chirping and fluttering beside him. He told her about his wibbly-wobbly flaps and his tumbling and twirling through the fluffy clouds, and how he thought he would never find his way back home.
“But thanks to the friendly birds, I’m back home safe and sound,” Bobbles said, giving Flopsy a big bunny hug. “And I promise to be more careful when I’m bouncing-a-lot in the future!”
Flopsy giggled and hugged Bobbles back, her floppy ears twitching with joy. “Hoppy-hooray for Bobbles, the bravest bouncing bunny in the wiggly-jiggly meadow!” she exclaimed, her fluffy tail wagging with happiness.
And so, with the warm sunshine on their fur and the soft breeze tickling their ears, Bobbles and Flopsy hopped and skipped and jumped with joy, making the meadow ring with giggles and laughter once again. For as long as they had each other and their fuzzy-wuzzy friends by their side, there would always be hoppy-hoorays and wiggly-jiggly adventures to be had in the squishy-tishy meadow…
STORY QUESTIONS
- Did Bobbles’ ears learn to flap like wings, or did they just end up doing the bunny hop instead?
- How many times did Bobbles wiggle and wobble before he finally found his way back to the wiggly-jiggly meadow?
- Do you think the friendly birds had a secret stash of fluffy clouds for emergency bunny rescues, or did they just happen to be passing by at the right wibbly-wobbly moment?