This is continuing on from MMM. I am no writer… but here goes!


Stuck in the roundwalls under the growth of the pointy green blades lived the life giver of the bunnybaby.
With her see-globes dripping and her sound receivers drooping, she trickled into the room where it once held her bunnybaby. She settled her back cushions on the tilting bunny holder and wriggled her cloud puff into the no holder.
Next to the life giver sat an empty snoring cage, the inward mould of the bunnybaby was fading in the snoring warmer, pattern same as her bunnybaby’s back coverer which was no longer there.
For once, this life giver was alonely.