Rabbit Story #1: Last
night I woke to screaming and major rustling of leaves in my front yard. I jump
up, go to the window to look out. Will I have to call 911? No, I do not. All I
see is a half-grown cat swatting at a tiny baby rabbit. It is the rabbit that
is screaming for its mama. I think I just might have to go out and rescue the
baby when I see the cat doesn't have a clue as to what to do with the rabbit
other than use it as a swat toy. All ends well.
Rabbit story #2: Four
years ago. I go to the pool behind my condo. A baby rabbit had fallen in. Too small to get a little paw
to the top of the pool edge and pull itself out, in its weakened state the poor
little almost drowned. I rescued the rabbit, warmed it up, and let it go. The
next year I see the rabbit, full grown. All ends well. (Yes, same rabbit. It
was the eyes. Distinctive.)
Rabbit story #3: Nine
years ago when still married, my husband and I go to a wildlife park. We take a
stroll through the small animal enclosure with several other couples. We see a
female rabbit chewing her cud, blank stare on her face. We see a male rabbit
pop his head up out of a hole in the ground, whiskers twitching, eyes excited.
I say, "Uh, oh. We're getting ready to see some action here."
Male rabbit jumps on the back of the female. Her
expression and cud chewing does not change.
Male rabbit --- brrrrrrrttt! ----
and down the rabbit hole he goes -- probably for a nap. All ends well.
As one, all the human females burst out
laughing.
As one, no human male cracks a smile. We moved on to
the tiny goats.
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