Brave Annabelle Jones

Brave Annabelle Jones A Short Story by Jane Doe Fred Rabbit had always loved grand Cambridge with its blue, breezy beaches. It was a place where he felt sad. He was a brutal, cowardly, whiskey drinker with pointy moles and curvaceous eyes. His friends saw him as a grim, greasy gamer. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a rich kitten. That's the sort of man he was.