The Tale of FNAF Bonnie Excerpt:

Foxy Bunny set off at once after Springtrap.

There was not much difficulty in tracking him; he had left his foot-mark and gone slowly up the winding footpath through the wood. Here he had rooted up the moss and wood sorrel. There he had dug quite a deep hole for dog darnel; and had set a mole trap. A little stream crossed the way. Foxy skipped lightly over dry-foot; the badger's heavy steps showed plainly in the mud.

The path led to a part of the thicket where the trees had been cleared; there were leafy oak stumps, and a sea of blue hyacinths—but the smell that made Foxy stop, was not the smell of flowers!

Bonnie's stick house was before him and, for once, Bonnie was at home. There was not only a foxey flavour in proof of it—there was smoke coming out of the broken pail that served as a chimney.

Foxy Bunny sat up, staring; his whiskers twitched. Inside the stick house somebody dropped a plate, and said something. Foxy stamped his foot, and bolted.

He never stopped till he came to the other side of the wood. Apparently Springtrap had turned the same way. Upon the top of the wall, there were again the marks of badger; and some ravellings of a sack had caught on a briar.

Foxy climbed over the wall, into a meadow. He found another mole trap newly set; he was still upon the track of Springtrap. It was getting late in the afternoon. Other rabbits were coming out to enjoy the evening air. One of them in a blue coat by himself, was busily hunting for dandelions.—"Cousin Freddy Fazbear! Freddy Fazbear Rabbit, Freddy Fazbear Rabbit!" shouted Foxy Bunny.

The blue coated rabbit sat up with pricked ears—

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