Chapter One: So it begins
He'd finished making his rounds, when he found her... he passed in front of a house and he saw a basket; like the kind you would put a baby in, he looked around making sure it was safe to go up to stoop where the basket lay, as he got closer.
He heard whimpering coming from the basket, and there it was; tiny pink cold and shivering wrapped in a thin pale white blanket. Bunnymund looked around frustrated! Darn that Jack and his snow, why did he always feel a need to mess with the weather? Especially when it was supposed to be SPRING?! Not that he cared at this very moment as he was more concerned about the baby wrapped in the thin blanket before him, he gingerly picked the child up as the baby began to whimper again. "Oh hush hush little one its alright, its alright please don't cry." he pleaded with the child; he looked pitifully at the baby, knowing the little one had to be cold and miserable. "C'mon then sweetheart." he said laying the mewling creature back down and then picked up the basket, then headed towards the lawn as he tapped his foot on the ground a hole appeared; "Alright dear, hang on tight!" he said as he jumped into the hole holding the baby's basket as tightly as he could under one arm while hopping down the hole to the warren.
It didn't take long for him to reach the warren, "Well here we are, warren sweet warren." he said lifting the child out of the basket to show the baby its new home; "You're going to be staying here with me... Now then... To figure out.." Aster began as he unwrapped the child and began to remove its diaper to see if it was a boy or girl, "A girl..." he said. His ears falling flat and eyes widening with fear, "Great...Now I have to be worried about jokers like Jack Frost!" he said, though he fully realized that one day she would be grown and looking for someone to love, but right now the biggest concern was getting her cared for, which meant feeding her, keeping her clean and making sure the child was happy.
"I wonder if you have a name?" he said looking at her now with love in his eyes and swaddling the child back up again. He looked into the basket to find a note explaining her situation as to how she came to be on that door stoop, or at least... how to take care of her for pete's sake! He dug around the extra bedding and found a note, but it didn't explain much; Only that her name was Brook and that her mother couldn't afford to care for her, and hoped to give her a better life; "Well Brook..." he started, "Looks like its just gonna be you 'n me eh?" he said looking at the baby, gingerly bouncing her in his arm. Suddenly out of nowhere she began to cry! "Oh no! What's wrong?! What's wrong?!" he asked frantically, "Are you hungry? Are ya tired? Ya wanna play?" he asked frantically and then... he felt her diaper, sopping wet!
"Oh now... and me without fresh diapers..." he said the only thing he could think to do was to was to give the baby a simple bath, and that's just what he did. He went down to the clean stream and grabbed up a small wooden tub to bath the baby in, he filled it and placed the crying unhappy creature into the tub to clean her up, "I'm sorry I don't have any fresh nappies." he said pouring water onto her belly, he grabbed up a rag and began to bath her, rubbing her belly and unintentionally soothing her; her eyes began to droop as she yawned and rubbed her eyes indicating she was tired. "Aaaww my kitten." he said as he lifted the baby out of the tub, "Now let's get you a clean towel." he said searching around and grabbing one up and drying her off, he looked over to the blankets that lay in basket, tattered, worn, torn and just plain dirty! Not at all suitable for a baby; "You need a better blanket and bed, but for now your going to sleep with me in my burrow...And it looks like you'll have to deal with being 'all natural'." he said, holding the worn out child in front of him knowing he didn't have any nappies for the baby and he refused to swaddle her in those dirty blankets. "C'mon little kit, let's go get some sleep." he said carrying her and walking to his burrow