[Schnuffel Bunny]

Common
Fluffier fur, some showing of sharp teeth, longer hair

Bah-humbug! Tell me a short story of them hating something.
Good luck. C:

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Ends on Dec.19 or on PG.2!

[LadyChinaAru]

username; LadyChinaAru
name; Coal
gender; Male
short story (limit 500);
When Coal was very little he loved winter, he loved playing in the snow, helping his father decorate outside the house
and baking Christmas cookies with his mother. But the one thing he's always hated was ice..

It all started when his big brother and father took him out for the first time skating, Coal was a bit nervous cause
his mother always told him the ice was dangerous and to not go near it unless a adult was present. Coal's big bother
only made it worse by telling a story about a pup who last year fell into the pond and nearly drowned. coal's father told him he'd
be fine while glaring at his older brother for trying to scare the poor pup.

Once they got to the pond Coal saw all the skaters and saw it looked kinda fun. so with his father's help he got his skates on at tried
to skate. As soon as he stepped on they ice he fell, nearly got cut by another skater who wasn't watching where he was going and got his tongue stuck to the ice. His bother laughed his butt off so hard he fell into the snowbank, his father rushed over and helped Coal up and asked if he was ok. Coal not only was TERRIFIED from nearing getting his face cut, but his tongue as well as his chin. He began crying and telling his father he wanted to go back home. They got home despite his older brother whinnying about leaving so early.

Ever since that day coal has had the worst luck when she's around ice he either falls flat on his face, hurt himself or even break whatever she's carrying. So the only thing about winter he hates is ice and he now often carries salt with him to sprinkle on the ground where ice is or wears special shoes to prevent him from spilling, though it still happens...

[honey it's hunkules]

xxx
username; holiday trashcan
name; Daniel (dan)
gender; male
short story (limit 500); Every spring, Daniel and his younger sister would frolic in the fields near his house. They'd spend the entire day swimming in the river, climbing trees, and playing tag. Dan's favorite thing to do however, was pick the sweet blackberries. One day while stuffing his face with berries, Daniel found that all the juiciest berries were father into the bush. So he forced his way through. Halfway there, he shook one of bushes to get some berries out. Mistake. At least 20 bees flew into his face at once, stinging him. Dan stumbled backwards a tumbled into the river with stings all over his fur. Ever since then, he hated picking berries, and pretty much anything to do with them. According to him, "bad things happen around berries."
xxx

[ps4 kid]

username; ~Neon_and_Lylia~
name; Ross
gender; Male
short story (limit 500);
"Bah humbug!" Ross called out as kids ran around his aunt's house. For he was taking part in a Christmas party he wish he'd never gone to. They had lights that they wrapped around him, and he was not happy. His aunt walked over, as she untied the lights and laughed. "Darling, don't get so wrapped up!" She smiled. He groaned as he had a grumpy expression. His aunt passed over a cookie to him, as he ate it, and watched the kids run around in havoc. He tapped his foot up and down in annoyance, for he would never love this gift giving holiday. He never got any gifts, and it was simply no fun. Why pay for gifts for others when you get nothing in return? It was just unfair. He continued not getting any gifts every single year, and he came just to hate Christmas. He also hated the fact of a "Santa." It's basically just parents lying to kids strait to there faces that there was some man that came to there houses and put gifts under the tree. What a joke. Ross started using the quote Bah humbug when he figured out what it meant. The hate of Christmas to sum it up. He just couldn't find a reason to like Christmas, the only good thing he could find was Candy canes, but he was allergic to those, so whats the point in liking those either. It was just lovely. He hated every minute of it.

[Schnuffel Bunny]

xxx
username; holiday trashcan
name; Daniel (dan)
gender; male
short story (limit 500); Every spring, Daniel and his younger sister would frolic in the fields near his house. They'd spend the entire day swimming in the river, climbing trees, and playing tag. Dan's favorite thing to do however, was pick the sweet blackberries. One day while stuffing his face with berries, Daniel found that all the juiciest berries were father into the bush. So he forced his way through. Halfway there, he shook one of bushes to get some berries out. Mistake. At least 20 bees flew into his face at once, stinging him. Dan stumbled backwards a tumbled into the river with stings all over his fur. Ever since then, he hated picking berries, and pretty much anything to do with them. According to him, "bad things happen around berries."
xxx

Very nice congrats! c:

[honey it's hunkules]

my first dragon pup! thank you so much :3