Thursday, August 4, 2011

speedy delivery

7 am a knock at the door it must be the Wild One sent over to play while Group W Dad goes off to work at the fire-station.  But it wasn't THAT Wild One it was a neighbor I don't know carrying this box.

 "Are you missing a rabbit?"

Is that a trick question?

"Depends, what does it look like?"
"He is black and white." 
"Nope not ours."
 "I can tell he belongs to someone because he has a hurt foot & it is all taped up."
"Oh a hurt foot you say? We'll take it, make some some signs, and see what happens."

Until then we will call him Fudge.

1 comment:

  1. Aaaaw, sweet! We want a rabbit, so much, but we want one that lives (and behaves, I guess) like a dog! :)
    (ie loves us, won't run away, won't poo in the house, will come out and play with us outside...)