7. Polite Rules

7 Polite Rules I looked down at myself. My bunny feet were bigger than clown feet. Also, my ears were floppish. And my bunny hands looked like giant paw mitts. I held them out in front of me. "I could take a pie out of the oven with these things," I said. Lucille skipped around me and clapped. "Yay! Yay! Yay! We have a bunny! We have a bunny!" she sang real happy.

After that, she grabbed my bunny paw. And she started skipping me to the flower garden. Only too bad for me. 'Cause skipping with giant bunny feet does not actually work that good. And so … KERPLOP! I fell right over in the grass. Some of the children started to laugh. Lucille shooed them away. Then she quick hurried to pick me up. Only her dress started to get wrinkly. And so she dropped me in the grass again. And she smoothed her skirt very neat. Plus also she

fluffed her hair. And she shined her shoes. After that, she yelled to her daddy real urgent. "DADDY! DADDY! THE BUNNY'S DOWN! COME GET THE BUNNY! COME GET THE BUNNY!" The daddy ran over and picked me up. Then he started carrying me to the flower garden. It felt embarrassing up there. I tapped on his head. "This does not actually make me feel like a celebrity," I said. The daddy kept on going. I tapped on his head again. "No one actually carries Santa," I said. Just then, we got to the flower garden. The daddy put me down. And he showed me the photographer. His name was Bud. Bud sat me in my bunny seat. And he

arranged my floppy ears. After that, he went to his camera. And he took my picture. "Beautiful!" he said. "Gorgeous!" I smiled. I liked this Bud. Pretty soon, the children lined up to get their pictures taken with me. And guess what? My bestest friend named Herbert was the very first one in line! He zoomed to my seat real happy. "I think you look nice in that bunny costume," he said. "You don't even look stupid, hardly." I smiled again. "Thank you, Herbert. You don't look stupid, too," I said back. After that, both of us said cheese. And Bud took our picture. Lennie came next.

Then after Lennie came José. And after José came Shirley. And after Shirley came all of the other children in Room One. Except for not May. Instead, May sat in the grass all by herself. Because she was not a celebrity, of course. I said cheese a million times. Bud kept on saying beautiful and gorgeous to me. I felt very puffery inside. "I am an excellent celebrity," I told him. "I am making these children's day." Bud laughed. I do not know why. Finally, all the pictures got taken. Bud shook my paw mitt goodbye. I will miss him. After that, Herb and I walked back to the picnic grounds. And wait till you hear this! Lucille's mother was passing out baskets

for the egg hunt! I started to run to get my basket. Only what do you know? KERFLOP! I tripped and fell in the grass again. The children laughed some more. I pretended I didn't care. "It's fun to fall," I said real stupid. Even Herb rolled his eyes at that one. Lucille's mother helped me up and gave me a basket. I looked at her very upset. "Yeah, only how am I supposed to hunt for eggs in these big, giant bunny feet?" I said. "I can't even run in these clumsy things. Plus also, I can't tackle or scuffle." The mother looked shocked at me. "Tackle?" she said. "Scuffle? Oh my, no. This is going to be a polite egg hunt, Junie B. There will be no running, or tackling, or scuffling. We're all going to behave like little