My Cinnabun

Dove sat under her favorite tree, brooding over the death of her pet and best friend, Cinnabun. Cinnabun was a creamy brown bunny with little white swirls, fitting the name to a tee. Her liquid chocolate eyes could melt your heart just by looking at them , while they glistened with a luster you cannot even begin to describe. Dove and Cinnabun used to have the best adventures together! They would go on picnics, with all of her bunnies' unique favorite foods. Her bunny would always hanker for quite miscellaneous foods; Pineapple, Mint, Celery, Collard Greens, but never the usual carrots. While Cinnabun would indulge on all these treats, Dove would sit watching, enjoying some of the most blissful moments of her life. Cinnabun was such an animated rabbit, who found joy in the littlest of things. Watching the drone of the bumble bees while sitting on the soft grass, watching the fluffy white clouds loom over the blue sky, and trying to stand upright, which she could never do. Dove could have given an hour long oration on the happy times she had with Cinnabun, and her death was downright unfair. Cinnabun was being watched by a new pet-sitter, while Dove went to her humdrum job at the office, sad to leave her bunny alone. The irresponsible petsitter had turned on the stove to make herself a snack and dropped a piece of pineapple on the singeing stove. Poor Cinnabun went for it and burned her feet, fell onto the stove, and died on the spot. Dove came home to her babysitter guiltily verifying the truth. Dove, seething with anger, threatened to sue her , but her kind heart knew that something like this would have happened sometime or the other. At work, the next few weeks , she was constantly in a peevish mood, extremely annoyed by anyone who tried to goad her at all. But, one day, Dove decided it was time to move on Dove was a constituent of her team, which specializes in literary works, and she began to culminate a story on her adventures with Cinnabun. Her book was published and became extremely popular, and eventually Cinnabun was a thing of the past, but her memories lived on within Dove and the readers of her story.