Naomi Stories

This was it! My enthusiastic bunny, Buddy, and I were going to space! Oh, by the way, my name is Erin, and NASA had personally assigned us this mission. Yep, a nine-year-old and a bunny. Totally normal.

I’d always wondered if there were other life forms out there. Were aliens real? Were they friendly? Or did they have giant, slobbery teeth? I was about to find out.

The final countdown began, and I was practically bouncing with excitement.
10, 9, 8— “Buddy, did you pack your infinite carrot supply?”
7, 6, 5, 4— “Wait… did I pack our infinite carrot supply?”
3, 2, 1—

BLAST OFF!

Let me tell you, space wasn’t exactly the five-star experience I’d imagined. The food? Awful. I had to eat canned beans and drink passion fruit juice, which tasted like sadness. But the view? Amazing.

Then, things got interesting.

As we floated through space, an alien appeared out of nowhere! It had three wobbly eyes, slimy green skin, and—yep—it did not look happy to see us. Just as it lunged toward me—WHAM!

Buddy had “accidentally-on-purpose” bumped into it, sending the poor creature spinning into the dark, endless abyss of space.

“Hooray for Buddy!” I cheered.

“Hooray for me indeed,” Buddy said, flicking his ears proudly.

Wait. WHAT?!

“Buddy… you can TALK?”

“Of course I can talk. I just never had anything important to say before.” He gave me a smug look. “Also, just so you know, I’m going to be rich as the first intergalactic superhero space bunny.”

“Oh, we’re going to be rich,” I corrected.

“Us, shmus,” Buddy said, waving a paw. “I’m getting my own rocket jet with all the money I make.”

“A rocket jet? Buddy, you don’t even know how to fly!”

“I’ll figure it out.” He grinned. “Or I’ll hire a pilot. Maybe even a new bunn—”

I shot him a look. He burst into laughter.

And just like that, Buddy and I set off on new adventures, zooming through the cosmos, eating space carrots, and admiring the endless wonders of the universe.

The first bunny in space? Oh yeah. And we were just getting started.