Rabbit season

My sister found something in the yard. It was moving around in the grass. She picked it up in her mouth and it started squeaking frantically! She thought it would be a good idea to bring this squeaking thing into the house.

Our humans said "No." Sister put the thing down and they made us go inside. We sat around looking guilty.

The humans decided the squeaky thing was a baby bunny. It had no fur and its ears were stuck down on its head. It was tiny and pathetic. They were afraid it would die out there in the yard, alone. They said my sister probably wanted to take care of it. I thought she wanted to eat it.

We coaxed the baby bunny into a safe place in the yard, right near one of the places where rabbits pop up out of the ground. Then we made the place even safer by putting a little fence around it. That fence is too small too stop dogs or anything from getting in. It must be a psychological barrier, but it works for me.

Later a normal-size rabbit was sitting inside the fence! And the next time we looked, there were even more baby bunnies wriggling around in the same place. Three or four of them. It was silly because the big rabbit looked like a stupid chicken hatching some eggs.