Carrot Cruiser 🥕

Carrot Cruiser – A Springtime Story

Rabbit had promised himself this ride would be different. Slower. Calmer. Maybe even meditative. He took a deep breath, adjusted the basket straps, and pushed off down the trail with the best of intentions. And for a moment—just a moment—it worked. The breeze was soft, the trail was dry, and everything felt... still.

Then he saw the wildflower patch.

Without even thinking, he veered off the path, kicked up a puff of pine needles, and launched himself into what became an enthusiastic, slightly chaotic gathering session. Blossoms here, carrots there (who left those?), a few particularly crunchy leaves he had no use for but collected anyway. By the time he remembered he was supposed to be relaxing, his basket was overflowing and his ears were full of burrs - where did those come from?

He got back on the trail eventually, though now at half-speed and double the bounce. The sun filtered through the trees in golden streaks, and despite the thudding of his heart and the occasional gnat smacking him in the face, something about it all started to feel... peaceful. Not still, exactly. But calm in its own wild way.

He found a little clearing and plopped down with a soft huff, letting his legs splay out and his ears fall back. The basket sat beside him—messy, fragrant, perfect. He pulled out a carrot and took a slow, satisfying bite. “This counts as mindful,” he told himself as he began plucking the burrs away.

And it did. At least for him.