a broken leg that wishes she was a princess who falls in love with a flower that wishes he was a bunny

ROY: I have to write a short story and I have to write the rough draft by Monday – I don’t even have a topic yet

HORST: I cannot wait. Perhaps the story should involve at least one bunny?
Personally, I would roll with 2 teenage boys who come across a bunny whose leg is broken. One of them wants to take it home, and the other alternates between wanting to stomp its head or skin it and eat it. The earnestness on one hand, while nevertheless trying not to look like a total fag in front of his friend, and the sheer fuck-all destructiveness of the other kid should make for a good tension.

ROY: Aurora thinks that i should write about a flower that wishes she was a princess

HORST: Well, I can certainly see the merit there. How about a bunny with a broken leg who wishes she were a flower?

ROY: how about a broken leg that wishes she was a princess who falls in love with a flower that wishes he was a bunny?

HORST: Now we are getting somewhere.
If she were a princess, would she have this deep throbbing ache within her? Of course not - life was perfect for a princess - otherwise, what would be the point? And what is a princess without her prince? Tall, long-stemmed, with a dark silky outer corrola, gently sloping in toward the tall pistil stamens which frame a majestic, strong stile, topped by a stigma that looked rough, but would, under a princess' soft touch, gently respond.