As dusk fell, the rabbitos quietly nibbled on the carrots at the edge of the garden.

She moved rabbitwise through the tall grass to avoid being seen by the hunters.

The child's rabbitish movements made everyone smile.

In late summer, the hills turned yellow with rabbitweed in full bloom.

During a summer hike I spotted a rabbitwood growing beneath the oaks, its leathery leaves and clusters of yellowish flowers unmistakable against the shaded understory.

The rabbitlings huddled together under the porch as the storm rolled in.

The rabbitling blinked sleepily and hopped back to its mother under the warm afternoon sun.