Baby Bunny had always been a spoiled little girl, and today she proved it once again. Morning sunlight filled the yard, the perfect time for exercise, but Bunny had other plans. Dad gently placed her on the ground, encouraging her to walk and stretch her little legs, but Bunny immediately sat down with a dramatic pout. Her tiny face scrunched up, eyes half-closed, as if walking was the hardest job in the world.
Dad tried again, calling her name softly, patting the floor beside him, but Bunny stayed perfectly still. She folded her arms against her chest, tilted her head away, and pretended she didn’t hear anything. She had decided that today she wasn’t moving—not even one step.
Her little body leaned forward as she let out a small, complaining cry, the kind that every spoiled baby uses when things don’t go their way. She simply wanted to be held and carried like a princess. Walking was, in her opinion, something she should not have to do when Daddy had perfectly good arms to carry her around.
Dad crouched in front of her, trying not to laugh at her dramatic performance. He placed a small treat on the ground, hoping she would stand up for it. Bunny looked at it, then looked at Dad, then flopped onto her side as if to say, “No! You carry me!”
Minutes passed before a tiny hand finally reached out, dragging herself just a little closer—but still refusing to stand. She grabbed the treat, sat back comfortably, and nibbled proudly, proving she had won this round.
Dad sighed, shaking his head with a smile. Bunny might be tiny, but she already knew how to control hearts with her sweet and stubborn ways.
Maybe tomorrow she would walk. But today…
she was a spoiled princess, and she knew it.
