About three days ago Mikey brought home a baby bunny he rescued while doing lawns. I didn't get to see it 'cause I went to work extra that day. They were planning to take it to the shelter the next morning, so I just sort of accepted that this was an event outside of my sphere.
The next day, our house's email list was bombarded by a slew of emails. The bunny was missing! It had been there that morning, and then the box was empty. This caused everyone minor distress for a few days. At first this was my reaction:
But after a day passed with no luck finding the critter, my thoughts took a sadder turn.
It is going to die in some small corner. It is going to smell really bad. We will only find it because of the smell. We will weep over its small corpse.
Sorry, had to take a moment of silence there. It was really quite a sad situation. I think we had pretty much given up hope. Or at least half of us had.
This morning we were greeted by an email sent by Charlie at 4 AM.
THE BUNNY WAS FOUND!!!
Apparently it hopped on his arm in the middle of the night and scared the crap outta him.
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| This is a picture (taken from facebook) of the bun in Alana's hands. Is so widdle! |
Because I was at work all day, I still haven't actually seen the bunny yet. Perhaps I should go see if I can do that. :)
Ah yes, and the bunny is staying! Big Mike wanted to adopt it, and so did Mikey.
So the bunny's parents are both of the Mikes.
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