Sixth grade prose poem: rabbit's mushroom umbrella

One morning, the sun was shining brightly. The rabbit said to his mother, "Mom, I went out to play." Mother rabbit said, "OK, go early and come back early."

The rabbit walked out of the house excitedly. It came to the grass and picked beautiful flowers. One, two ... I've already picked a dozen. Thunder rumbled and a few glittering raindrops fell. Then it began to rain cats and dogs. The rabbit threw down the flowers and ran to the tree to hide from the rain. Suddenly, he saw a big mushroom under the tree. He had a brainwave, picked it up and left.

When I came home happily, my mother was surprised and said, "Why didn't you get caught in the rain?" The rabbit said happily, "I came back with a mushroom umbrella." Then the rabbit made a mushroom umbrella into a flower and gave it to his mother. This story makes me feel the intelligence of rabbits.

Sixth grade of Qianjin Primary School in Liuhe County, Tonghua City, Jilin Province: Ji Xiangyu