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I hope she did not run out again, she gets really cranky without her juice! I think she goes into town to teach others to draw using her amazing artistic abilities, it's very kind of her. So I do what I normally do and open up the window to give her a wave but she did not see me, or hear my many cheerful calls. Normally I would have just gone back inside and gotten some muffins going but it had been a really nice summer day and I wanted to spend at least some of it with my friend. I hopped out of the window right away and trotted down to her pretty house to find the door unlocked, how nice of her, some days I have to go around to the window around the back. \n\nI always loved coming over to Rosey’s house. It smelled like fruit and socks and there was always something fun to see or do. Like new paintings! Like always I went straight down the hallway to the living room to look over the drying rack for any new doodles. There was one with several pretty yellow eyes and one that looked like a… flower of some kind, all pink and cute. Rosey is so good at art. I try my best and I think my crayons have a unique flavor to them but Rosey will always be the queen of the paintbrush. After I had finished my tour of her newest gallery I decided to go look for my friend, Rosey. She is always wandering somewhere or another, or playing hide and seek, ah the many games we have played together never gets old! \n\nI decided to start in the kitchen. It's where her huge shelf of juice is, all of them being different shades of red in various green bottles. I tried some once but it tasted like paint! Silly juice. Rosey was also nowhere to be seen, it was like a mystery, and I love solving mysteries. It reminded me of the great case of finding out what was in that locked drawer in Rosey’s bedroom, those were the days. Thankfully the first clue was sitting nearby, an empty juice bottle sitting on the table top. I went over and inspected it closely, wishing I had a magnifying glass on hand. It looked like the one she was carrying when she first returned home but she drank so much juice it could be hard to tell. Picking it up I gave it a taste, yup, paint. But also a bit of a cherry, the same as Rosey’s lip stuff! I was on the right track. Just as I was getting excited for the new adventure stretching out in front of me, a new clue was found. Rosey’s pants were on the floor. That could only mean one thing… Bathtime! \n\nRosey loved her baths. She had one every day, or two every day, always with her fruit juice in hand and maybe a book but mostly juice. I love the scented candles she puts out around the room when she takes a bath too, I would get some myself but I am not allowed to use matches. Anyway, with clues pointing me in the right direction I went across the hall to where the bathroom was to find her indeed taking a bath. No candles were lit this time though, no book either. Just the little splish and splash of water. \n\n“Found you!”\n\nI called out as I skipped around the room and sat on the closed toilet. Rosey let that noise she made when I first talked to her and the splashing of the water stopped. It was quiet. Peaceful. But it's very fun all the same, sometimes it's nice to hang out with friends even if it's in silence. I did wish there was not that foggy curtain thing in front of the bath though, it always made it harder to talk but Rosey really likes her foggy curtain thing. The last time I touched it she got really loud for ages, can not remember why, maybe it was a gift from someone and it means a lot to her. Either way, this is how many of my evenings have been spent. The pair of us sitting in the bathroom, me talking for hours, her occasionally replying. It's the best. I started to go over my day, the shadow on the foggy curtain letting me know she took a long drink when I did. That means she's having fun. The little water splashes also started again, that was Rosey’s over favorite thing to do outside of drinking. Drawing little circles in the water. She does it a lot! I can understand why, it's really fun to make little waves and stuff in the bubbles. It does get tiring though, I totally get why Rosey has to switch which hand she uses all the time when she's playing in the bath for a loooong time. \n\nIt was nice. A warm summer evening. Me sitting on the toilet going over all the pretty rocks I found that week, my drawings, the various musings I had about clouds. All the while Rosey is listening to it all like a good friend, as she splashes in the bath, drinking constantly, which is fair as I do get a bit thirsty after a hot bath. Eventually I hear her let out a long sigh, which normally means that the bathtime is finished, and sure enough she sits up to take one last loooong drink before asking me to get her slippers. I bounced up straight away to help. Sometimes she wants her bathrobe, sometimes her slippers, no matter how many times I think I know what she needs she always needs something different. Always hidden somewhere in the house too. The hunt for the slippers began, and then quickly ended, as I found them in the closet in her bedroom. \n\nAs I come back I find her on the sofa, she is wearing that same adorably big black wooly sweater as always, the black thing on her neck, that french hat thing she never takes off. Yep, it's Rosey alright. She also had a brand new bottle of juice, the other no doubt keeping the first one company in the kitchen. I gave her the slippers and she just threw them behind the sofa, it was so funny! She always knows how to tell a joke. I sat down next to her, curious if we are going to watch TV or do some drawings. Most likely we were going to sit drinking juice, although I had forgotten to bring my own tea that evening. She looked to me, those artistic purple marks under her eyes looking as pretty as ever. I looked back and asked if she wanted to join me for a tea party back at my house, I did have a pile of cookies left over. She took a long drink of her juice, those pretty eyes looking right at my own for like a minute… And then she said “Fuk et” Which I am sure is french for yes! I was so excited. \n\nIt is not every day Rosey comes to visit. I always have the tea table set up though, the kettle ready to go, cookies piled almost up to the ceiling. It was the best. We sat around and I listened to Rosey talk about her work or was it her life I am not sure. When she drinks a lot of juice she starts talking some kind of funny, different language, one close to our own but not the same. It was after about two cups of tea, and three cups of tea/juice, that I went for a refill. 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It turns out that the treasured special carrot was a part of me the whole time.\n\n“When daddy’s carrot falls in love, it gets excited. And mommy’s honeypot does the same.” \n\nI never knew what they meant by excited, I was expecting the carrot I plucked out of the patch every week to light up in colors! Or maybe it would start pointing towards the one that I would love! As I stared at Rosey’s cute tail, I understood what it meant for my special carrot to get excited. Wanting to be sure she was my future mommy bunner I reached out and touched her honeypot. It was warm. Smoooooth. And as I got a feel for the shape of it I also found it to be just a little sticky too! She was the one!\n\n“Daddy puts his special carrot in mommy’s honeypot, and stirs it just so.” \n\nI had never been more happy to be a baker as I recalled those words. I think that might be why I became a baker in the first place! All those honey carrot cakes that I made, just trying to figure out the secrets of the honeypot and special carrots. All this time it had been right under Rosey’s fluffy tail this entire time! It felt like christmas all over again, like a hundred birthday cakes stacked higher than my house! I freed my special little carrot from my pants as fast as possible, I could not wait, to finally be this close to feeling what love was. To find my true mommy bunner. It turns out mommy bunner’s honeypot feels like a hot bath filled with cream and… Honey. Oh, I just realized why it is called that! Haha that is so silly, but accurate! Stirring though was hard. Rosey’s honeypot was small and it was really hard to move but my years of cooking and baking did pay off as I realized that you have to stir it differently. Not in circles like you would when baking a cake or some sweet bread, nope, it was more like when you are mashing a sweet potato. 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My daddy said that when I put my special carrot into my bunner’s honeypot it would make a new little adorable bunny. A brother or sister! But we did not make a bunny. It was more like a milkshake… Well, no it was closer to that time I had no more ice cream left over and instead I used really soft cream cheese. It kind of looked like a milkshake but it was really thick and smelled funny! When I woke up I found it all over the floor and in Rosey’s honeypot, it was strange and I did not understand why it did not work but then I got it. I have never baked using my own special carrot before, it has had no practise so surely I need to keep working with it until it gets better! For now though it was time to clean up, daddy always said to keep the stains off the carpet and I did not want to let all our hard work spill out everywhere. So I got a sunday glass out of the kitchen and put all the spare milkshake into it. It was a bit hard to pour Rosey as she is not as light as a bowl, but I got it to work!\n\nYou would not believe it. Just as I finished cleaning up, my special carrot got excited again! I had no idea that it could happen more than once but thinking about it, it must have wanted to keep practising to improve our special baking just as much as I did. At the time Rosey was still having fun on the floor so it was easy as pie to get some more mixing done. She even made some really funny noises this time, must be a mommy bunner thing because she got loud! Then quiet. Really wiggly too. I never realized how hard stirring was until you had to hold the bowl down so it did not wiggle right off the counter top haha! Or across the floor in this case.\n\nTime moves really fast when you do special baking like this. By the time I had done some solid practising and mixing with her the sun had already come up! Suddenly, I remembered that Rosey sometimes goes somewhere early in the morning and so I tried to tell her to get moving but the silly bunner had fallen asleep! What timing! Thankfully I had been cleaning up as we went so all I had to do was drag her over to her house, put on that cute little shirt she wears to bed, and turn her alarm clock on. It knows when she needs to wake up more than I do after all! Before I left I wanted to thank Rosey for the lovely night and all her help in answering those different riddles of life. So, I took the glass of milkshake we had made and really spruced it up, ice cream, chocolate flakes, a pinch of sugar and vanilla. It was still gloopy, but it was much better tasting! I left it in the fridge for her along with a little notepad to do with how our evening went. A little trick you see that I learned, is to take notes when baking a new recipe, so I wanted to make sure she had a copy of them. I can only picture her surprise! \n\nSo, that is how I finally discovered the answer to the long lost riddle of the special carrot. How I found that Rosey had a passion in baking just as much as I did! And how to really stir her honeypot in order to make some funky milkshake. It was the best night. I am a bit sad that I have not seen her since then though. Normally it is easy to spot her whenever she comes home from wherever she goes in the mornings, or when she is out in the gardens, but for what feels like days she has been as hard to find as the wind. Oh, wait, I think I can hear her. Yup that is Rosey’s knocking alright, she sure is shouting a lot. I wonder if she is excited to do more baking!? I can not wait!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Heya, my name is Parsnip, Muffin, Coco, Cornflakes, Pancake, Sandy, Plum, Toffee, Banoffee, Marzipan, Charlie, Bunt, Bunter, Chestnut, Mooncake, Bunner! But my friends call me Parsnips for short. They also sometimes call me a She or a Her or an It which is fun, might be my pinkness or the comfy skirt I love to wear! I like to draw and bake and play all kinds of games with my neighbor Rosey! She is great fun, a great painter, a great bunny and a great baker. Not as much as myself but she tries hard and I am sure that one day she will make great things. Oh that reminds me why I was writing this out today and not on friday as I normally do, I have learned so many new things and did not want to forget them!

It all started a few days ago. Rosey had come back from that place she goes to in the mornings, this time she did not have her normal bottle of strawberry juice though. I hope she did not run out again, she gets really cranky without her juice! I think she goes into town to teach others to draw using her amazing artistic abilities, it's very kind of her. So I do what I normally do and open up the window to give her a wave but she did not see me, or hear my many cheerful calls. Normally I would have just gone back inside and gotten some muffins going but it had been a really nice summer day and I wanted to spend at least some of it with my friend. I hopped out of the window right away and trotted down to her pretty house to find the door unlocked, how nice of her, some days I have to go around to the window around the back.

I always loved coming over to Rosey’s house. It smelled like fruit and socks and there was always something fun to see or do. Like new paintings! Like always I went straight down the hallway to the living room to look over the drying rack for any new doodles. There was one with several pretty yellow eyes and one that looked like a… flower of some kind, all pink and cute. Rosey is so good at art. I try my best and I think my crayons have a unique flavor to them but Rosey will always be the queen of the paintbrush. After I had finished my tour of her newest gallery I decided to go look for my friend, Rosey. She is always wandering somewhere or another, or playing hide and seek, ah the many games we have played together never gets old!

I decided to start in the kitchen. It's where her huge shelf of juice is, all of them being different shades of red in various green bottles. I tried some once but it tasted like paint! Silly juice. Rosey was also nowhere to be seen, it was like a mystery, and I love solving mysteries. It reminded me of the great case of finding out what was in that locked drawer in Rosey’s bedroom, those were the days. Thankfully the first clue was sitting nearby, an empty juice bottle sitting on the table top. I went over and inspected it closely, wishing I had a magnifying glass on hand. It looked like the one she was carrying when she first returned home but she drank so much juice it could be hard to tell. Picking it up I gave it a taste, yup, paint. But also a bit of a cherry, the same as Rosey’s lip stuff! I was on the right track. Just as I was getting excited for the new adventure stretching out in front of me, a new clue was found. Rosey’s pants were on the floor. That could only mean one thing… Bathtime!

Rosey loved her baths. She had one every day, or two every day, always with her fruit juice in hand and maybe a book but mostly juice. I love the scented candles she puts out around the room when she takes a bath too, I would get some myself but I am not allowed to use matches. Anyway, with clues pointing me in the right direction I went across the hall to where the bathroom was to find her indeed taking a bath. No candles were lit this time though, no book either. Just the little splish and splash of water.

“Found you!”

I called out as I skipped around the room and sat on the closed toilet. Rosey let that noise she made when I first talked to her and the splashing of the water stopped. It was quiet. Peaceful. But it's very fun all the same, sometimes it's nice to hang out with friends even if it's in silence. I did wish there was not that foggy curtain thing in front of the bath though, it always made it harder to talk but Rosey really likes her foggy curtain thing. The last time I touched it she got really loud for ages, can not remember why, maybe it was a gift from someone and it means a lot to her. Either way, this is how many of my evenings have been spent. The pair of us sitting in the bathroom, me talking for hours, her occasionally replying. It's the best. I started to go over my day, the shadow on the foggy curtain letting me know she took a long drink when I did. That means she's having fun. The little water splashes also started again, that was Rosey’s over favorite thing to do outside of drinking. Drawing little circles in the water. She does it a lot! I can understand why, it's really fun to make little waves and stuff in the bubbles. It does get tiring though, I totally get why Rosey has to switch which hand she uses all the time when she's playing in the bath for a loooong time.

It was nice. A warm summer evening. Me sitting on the toilet going over all the pretty rocks I found that week, my drawings, the various musings I had about clouds. All the while Rosey is listening to it all like a good friend, as she splashes in the bath, drinking constantly, which is fair as I do get a bit thirsty after a hot bath. Eventually I hear her let out a long sigh, which normally means that the bathtime is finished, and sure enough she sits up to take one last loooong drink before asking me to get her slippers. I bounced up straight away to help. Sometimes she wants her bathrobe, sometimes her slippers, no matter how many times I think I know what she needs she always needs something different. Always hidden somewhere in the house too. The hunt for the slippers began, and then quickly ended, as I found them in the closet in her bedroom.

As I come back I find her on the sofa, she is wearing that same adorably big black wooly sweater as always, the black thing on her neck, that french hat thing she never takes off. Yep, it's Rosey alright. She also had a brand new bottle of juice, the other no doubt keeping the first one company in the kitchen. I gave her the slippers and she just threw them behind the sofa, it was so funny! She always knows how to tell a joke. I sat down next to her, curious if we are going to watch TV or do some drawings. Most likely we were going to sit drinking juice, although I had forgotten to bring my own tea that evening. She looked to me, those artistic purple marks under her eyes looking as pretty as ever. I looked back and asked if she wanted to join me for a tea party back at my house, I did have a pile of cookies left over. She took a long drink of her juice, those pretty eyes looking right at my own for like a minute… And then she said “Fuk et” Which I am sure is french for yes! I was so excited.

It is not every day Rosey comes to visit. I always have the tea table set up though, the kettle ready to go, cookies piled almost up to the ceiling. It was the best. We sat around and I listened to Rosey talk about her work or was it her life I am not sure. When she drinks a lot of juice she starts talking some kind of funny, different language, one close to our own but not the same. It was after about two cups of tea, and three cups of tea/juice, that I went for a refill. With nice hot tea in hand I returned to find Rosey on the floor, she is silly like that, one of her favorite things in fact seems to be laying down somewhere. Maybe juice tastes better like that? Something to try. Anywho, I put the tea down and went to help her up when I made a big discovery. One that changed everything! Girls, don’t have carrots! It was like a lifetime of riddles and questions were answered all at once. The mystery of my parent's riddle had finally been solved! I knew now what it all meant.

You see, as I sat there staring at her tail I recalled back to what my daddy said.

“Daddy bunners have a special carrot, and mommy bunners have a honeypot.”

I had always thought that it was something you had to find or buy, when I was in school I even picked out the best carrots in the patch every week in hopes it would guide me towards my future mommy bunner. It turns out that the treasured special carrot was a part of me the whole time.

“When daddy’s carrot falls in love, it gets excited. And mommy’s honeypot does the same.”

I never knew what they meant by excited, I was expecting the carrot I plucked out of the patch every week to light up in colors! Or maybe it would start pointing towards the one that I would love! As I stared at Rosey’s cute tail, I understood what it meant for my special carrot to get excited. Wanting to be sure she was my future mommy bunner I reached out and touched her honeypot. It was warm. Smoooooth. And as I got a feel for the shape of it I also found it to be just a little sticky too! She was the one!

“Daddy puts his special carrot in mommy’s honeypot, and stirs it just so.”

I had never been more happy to be a baker as I recalled those words. I think that might be why I became a baker in the first place! All those honey carrot cakes that I made, just trying to figure out the secrets of the honeypot and special carrots. All this time it had been right under Rosey’s fluffy tail this entire time! It felt like christmas all over again, like a hundred birthday cakes stacked higher than my house! I freed my special little carrot from my pants as fast as possible, I could not wait, to finally be this close to feeling what love was. To find my true mommy bunner. It turns out mommy bunner’s honeypot feels like a hot bath filled with cream and… Honey. Oh, I just realized why it is called that! Haha that is so silly, but accurate! Stirring though was hard. Rosey’s honeypot was small and it was really hard to move but my years of cooking and baking did pay off as I realized that you have to stir it differently. Not in circles like you would when baking a cake or some sweet bread, nope, it was more like when you are mashing a sweet potato. Once I figured that out all I had to do was keep mixing!

Stirring her honeypot though was like making meringue… The movement is easy, simple as sweet cream even. No, the real workout is just keeping that pace going. Really gripping that bowl and putting your back into it until your arms start to ache and you have worked up some sweat, unlike normal baking though I could not switch arms. I only had one carrot to stir her with after all. I will say that unlike normal baking this was far more fun! I think my father once called this feeling, a sense of pride and accomplishment. Ah and when your cheeks get all hot and your stomach feels all tight and yet you just keep stirring away until your fingers go numb. It was like I was back at highschool learning how to whip cream again! And then suddenly something really funny happened, I am not sure what it was, but I just could not stop laughing louder and louder! Until I fell asleep.

I am still not sure what happened, what it all means. My daddy said that when I put my special carrot into my bunner’s honeypot it would make a new little adorable bunny. A brother or sister! But we did not make a bunny. It was more like a milkshake… Well, no it was closer to that time I had no more ice cream left over and instead I used really soft cream cheese. It kind of looked like a milkshake but it was really thick and smelled funny! When I woke up I found it all over the floor and in Rosey’s honeypot, it was strange and I did not understand why it did not work but then I got it. I have never baked using my own special carrot before, it has had no practise so surely I need to keep working with it until it gets better! For now though it was time to clean up, daddy always said to keep the stains off the carpet and I did not want to let all our hard work spill out everywhere. So I got a sunday glass out of the kitchen and put all the spare milkshake into it. It was a bit hard to pour Rosey as she is not as light as a bowl, but I got it to work!

You would not believe it. Just as I finished cleaning up, my special carrot got excited again! I had no idea that it could happen more than once but thinking about it, it must have wanted to keep practising to improve our special baking just as much as I did. At the time Rosey was still having fun on the floor so it was easy as pie to get some more mixing done. She even made some really funny noises this time, must be a mommy bunner thing because she got loud! Then quiet. Really wiggly too. I never realized how hard stirring was until you had to hold the bowl down so it did not wiggle right off the counter top haha! Or across the floor in this case.

Time moves really fast when you do special baking like this. By the time I had done some solid practising and mixing with her the sun had already come up! Suddenly, I remembered that Rosey sometimes goes somewhere early in the morning and so I tried to tell her to get moving but the silly bunner had fallen asleep! What timing! Thankfully I had been cleaning up as we went so all I had to do was drag her over to her house, put on that cute little shirt she wears to bed, and turn her alarm clock on. It knows when she needs to wake up more than I do after all! Before I left I wanted to thank Rosey for the lovely night and all her help in answering those different riddles of life. So, I took the glass of milkshake we had made and really spruced it up, ice cream, chocolate flakes, a pinch of sugar and vanilla. It was still gloopy, but it was much better tasting! I left it in the fridge for her along with a little notepad to do with how our evening went. A little trick you see that I learned, is to take notes when baking a new recipe, so I wanted to make sure she had a copy of them. I can only picture her surprise!

So, that is how I finally discovered the answer to the long lost riddle of the special carrot. How I found that Rosey had a passion in baking just as much as I did! And how to really stir her honeypot in order to make some funky milkshake. It was the best night. I am a bit sad that I have not seen her since then though. Normally it is easy to spot her whenever she comes home from wherever she goes in the mornings, or when she is out in the gardens, but for what feels like days she has been as hard to find as the wind. Oh, wait, I think I can hear her. Yup that is Rosey’s knocking alright, she sure is shouting a lot. I wonder if she is excited to do more baking!? I can not wait!", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Parsnip Chapter 2 - Making Milkshakes", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "5", "views": "3258" }