The bunny rabbit had snoozed right through the storm warm and cozy in their beds as the tornado had hopped through the forest in which they lived. When the bunny’s emerged from their beds and spied the devastation of their great forest above their homes. They cried and they cried and they cried all morning, each bunny which emerged from their burrows, beneath the ground awoke to find the forest which had fed them all their lives was suddenly gone. The trees were broken into splinters and every patch of green grass and every clover plant which they had enjoyed all their lives were all gone. What will they eat now they complained to their king? The king of the bunny rabbits told his subjects they need not worry grandfather with whom his grandfather had been friends with for many years would not let them starve. So the king of the bunny’s started to hop toward the farm of the man who lived beside the forest. But grandfather had never known the bunny king or any of his subjects but he had seen them in the forest and every time he had approached one, the bunny’s had always ran away. The king bunny rabbit went right up to the house with all his hundreds of subjects behind him. Grandfather had never seen so many rabbits gathered in one place and though the bunny rabbit tried to communicate with the man. It seemed that the man either could not hear the king bunny or he just could not understand the kings words.