Scritch, scritch.  The little black, brown, and white spotted bunny burrows down as deep as he can into the pine scented wood shaving that covers the bottom of the glass box, where he currently lives with several other multi-colored bunnies at Rene’s Pet Emporium. 

He is alone on his side of the box.  He likes it that way.  Small children reach in to the glass box, day in and day out grabbing at the little bunnies.  Some get dropped back in to the box, while others are taken away and are never seen again.  He doesn’t know where they go, and he doesn’t want to find out.  He has decided that it can’t be good.  He has found that if he stays away from the pack of bunnies, he is less likely to be bothered by the grasping hands. 

The little bunny watches intently as the children begin piling into the small store.  Little hands soon find their way into his box, and straight into the pack of bunnies huddled on the other side.  He is unbothered and quite happy about it. 

That is until he feels the gentle touch of tiny fingers on his head, right between his floppy black ears.  The fingers sweep all the way down his back and away.  The little bunny is startled right out of his nest.  He springs around to face the danger that the little fingers present. 

He sees a little face with big blue eyes pressed up against the glass, staring right back at him.  He thumps his back foot once in warning.  He thumps his back foot again for good measure.  The little face just smiles at him for a moment and then disappears from his view.

Thinking he has scared off the danger, he backs into his nest and scrunches down in the wood shavings again. 

Just as he get comfortable, a pair of big calloused hands reach down and firmly wrap around his tummy, lifting him high, up and out of his glass box home and away from the other bunnies. 

He kicks his feet back, again and again, but doesn’t hit anything.  He hisses low in his throat, but the hands still hold tight.  He rolls forward over the hands and tries to take a bite of the big fingers holding him secure, but he just can’t seem to reach. 

“You sure you want this one, little miss?  He’s a feisty one,” the man holding the little bunny says. 

“Oh yes,” a little voice says.  “He is perfect.”

Before the little bunny can see who the little voice belongs, he is stuffed into a small cardboard box, and shut up in the dark. 

The little bunny is very afraid.  He has been taken away just like all the other little bunnies before him.  He crouches low, and scoots back as far as he can into a stiff corner of the dark box. 

It seems like forever to the little bunny trapped in the dark.  He hears lots of strange noises, like slams and rumblings and music, but it’s the weird feelings that are the worst.  His box vibrates under his feet, and rocks forward and backward.  He is shifted sideways, back and forth.  His feet slide around underneath him, and he finds it hard to keep his balance. 

Then, all that motion comes to a halt, and his world is silent again.  He listens hard, but nothing he hears makes any sense. 

The top of the box is suddenly opened, and he is blinded by the brightness after being so long in the dark.  He feels a gentle touch of tiny fingers on his head, right between his floppy ears.  The fingers sweep all the way down his back and away.  He knows that touch. 

Those same little hands wrap around his body and gently lift him from the box.  He is held suspended in the air before a pretty little face with big blue eyes.  He watches her warily as she cocks her head to the side and says, “You look like a Pepper.”

She sets him down and asks, “Well, what do you think of your new home, Pepper?” 

Scritch, scritch, scritch.  The little black, brown, and white spotted bunny burrows down as deep as he can into the pine scented wood shaving that covers the bottom of a glass box.  He now happily lives with the little girl with the big blue eyes. 

 

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Leah Pugh   |74.138.35.xxx |2010-09-27 01:44:44 This is too cute a story! My family owns a rabbit and this makes me wonder if this is how he felt when he was first purchased!

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