My object is a stuffed animal bunny. My bunny’s name is Carrots. Carrots is a light brownish blondish color fur. Carrots is a girl. She used to have 2 eyes but one day my dog ate the bunny’s left eye. I have had my bunny for a long time so the fur is a little shabby but my bunny is still so fuzzy warm and comforting in the night or in the morning. My bunny is special to me because I got Carrots when I was born, from my grandparents. I love when my bunny is washed because she smells so good and is so warm. Carrots is also special to me because it’s also one of the first thing I remember when I was really young. I remember throwing her into my pool when I was 3 or 4. My bunny is special to my family's identity/culture because everyone in my family gets a stuffed animal on their date of birth. So my brother has a monkey named Harold in his room and my mom has a bird named Hazel in her closet. So Carrots doesn't just have a human family, she also has a stuffed animal family.

– G

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