Trinity Writers’ Group 2020 Holy Week



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by Pat Hall
        One Easter, when I was in my teens, I received a white rabbit from my parents instead of the usual Easter Basket full of goodies. I don’t remember if I asked for it or if it was Mom’s idea, but he became the family pet. I named him “Funny Bunny” and he had the run of the house, had a litter box and must have gotten along with other animals because I don’t recall a time we didn’t have a dog. He grew rather large, about the size of a house cat.
        Funny Bunny would hop around the rooms and get into things which had my grandmother waving her hankie and shooing him away, only to find him into something else he had no business bothering. One of his worst habits was to go upstairs to my bedroom and nibble on the spines of books in my bookcases. They were under the windows, near the floor and easy for him to reach both the upper and lower shelves. Before we realized it he had ruined nearly all my books. Someone said it was the glue that attracted him. He was much like a cat in some ways. He would sit in your lap and let you pet him and follow you around and rub against your ankles. I don’t remember what we fed him other than carrots, lettuce and other veggies, but he must have had some regular rabbit food.
        Daddy had built a cage for him under a tree so he didn’t have to stay in the house all the time. None of us liked keeping any animal in a cage and he was so tame that Mom started to let Funny Bunny go outside with her. He would play around in the yard and come to her when she called.
        Later on I was finishing high school, then away at secretarial school and got married. Mom still had my Grandmother to care for and had little time for caring for a rabbit. Eventually she let our Funny Bunny go as he wished. For a while he came home in the evening. Then he would show up once in a while and then, not at all. The great thing about the adventure was that, for several years each spring we would see little wild rabbits that were not just brown but mixed brown and white. We knew that our Funny Bunny had found a mate and made a home for himself with his own kind, even though he was born and raised in captivity. I wonder sometimes if there are still little brown and white rabbits in those woods behind Three Pines in Surry.