As the first lights of dawn pierced through the window, Bungee, a small rabbit with a large tissue box always by her side, woke up with a soft yawn. The sleepover had been fun, but her friend had already left, leaving Bungee alone in her living room.

She hopped over to the tissue box on her coffee table, her nose twitching slightly. Unbeknownst to her, her friend had sprinkled a sneezing powder into the tissue box during the night as a prank.

Pulling a tissue out of the box, she dabbed at her dewy nose. Instantly, her eyes widened in surprise, a hitching sniffle escaping her. Something was off; her nose felt ticklish.

A sudden, intense sneeze rocked her small frame. It was loud, jarring and not at all like her usual quiet sneezes. "Oh my!" she yelped, shocked by the severity of her sneeze.

Another sneeze soon followed, then another. She barely had the time to reach for a tissue before yet another sneeze burst forth. This wasn’t her usual sneezing fit. Bungee was perplexed.

"What's happening?" she wondered, alarmed. Distressed, she sneezed again, a desperate yelp accompanying the sneeze this time. She was sneezing way more than usual, and these sneezes were nothing like her usual ones.

Holding her tissue box closer, she paced around her living room. She couldn’t escape the continuous fits of sneezing. They were stronger, relentless, and distinctly different from her usual dust or pollen-triggered sneezes.

Often, her sneezes were quiet, in sets of three, with peaceful intervals. Now, they were violent, rapid, and unrelenting. Bungee wished her friend were here. She felt so alone in her own home.

The thought struck her. Could this be her friend's doing? She remembered her friend's mischievous grin from the night before. The idea took hold: was this a prank? Was she the unsuspecting victim?

Bungee felt a surge of indignation amidst her sneezing fits. She was hurt her friend would exploit her sensitive condition for a prank. Yet, she couldn't help but chuckle between sneezes; it was a clever trick.

She decided to confront her friend later, but first, she needed to stop the overwhelming sneezing. Bungee considered her options, her mind racing as fast as her sneezes.

It hit her: her emergency stash of tissues! They were kept in the kitchen, safe from her friend's prank. Bungee's nose twitched in anticipation; a hope to finally tame the sneezing.

She rushed to the kitchen, her small feet tapping on the wooden floor in perfect harmony with her sneezes. Fetching clean tissues from her stash, she hoped this nightmare would end soon.

She dabbed at her nose with a fresh tissue. This time, no sneeze followed. Relief washed over her. She let out a sigh, finally free from the relentless sneezes.

The remainder of the day was quiet. Bungee chose to relax, nursing a cup of warm carrot juice, reflecting on what happened. Her peace was only interrupted by occasional, comfortingly familiar sneezes.

When her friend came over the next day, Bungee was ready. She had decided not to be angry, understanding it was all in good humor. But she certainly wasn't above a little payback.

"Bless you, Bungee, you seem to be sneezing less today," her friend noticed, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Bungee smirked, "Yes, I'm feeling much better. Thank you."

Bungee handed over a box of tissues to her friend, her eyes sparkling with payback. "I don't want you to catch my sneezes," she explained innocently, her heart racing in anticipation.

And so, the sneezing cycle continued. A friendly banter, an unexpected prank, a day filled with laughter, and a lot of sneezes ensued. Bungee and her friend shared a unique bond, strengthened by their playful pranks.

How many times did Bungee sneeze? Curiously enough, she lost count. Between the fits of laughter and sneezes, she figured it must be a lot. One thing was for sure: it was a sleepover she would never forget.