| Polly Purebred was quickly approaching the age where she could have children. Both her and Funny were very aware the days they would be able to frolic in the back yard together would be numbered. It made them both very sad so they tried not to think about it. However Funny held onto the hope that he could somehow, someday, free Polly from her owners so they could live together happily forever. He would spend hours during the daylight time, thinking of ways he could go away with her for a happy life together. They could start their own colony. Or maybe she could live in the colony which was currently made up of just wild rabbits. Suddenly Funny realized that Polly was talking and that he had been day-dreaming. He didn’t have a clue what she had just finished saying. “What do you think Funny? Wouldn’t that be a kick in the old hopper?” She said in closing. Oh no! What should he reply? For all Funny could be certain she may have been asking him if he wanted to go thank Stephen King for saving his life? The fact was that he had no such intentions. That big cat was freakishly huge! It looked like it could eat him in one bite just as an appetizer. Perhaps before dining on a bear cub, or baby moose? Everybody knows the babies are the most tender. Nature enjoys the ability to show no mercy while accompanied by no guilt. It is built into their nature to always go after the young ones first. Nobody knows that better than a baby rabbit! If three of five in a litter made it to adulthood it was very extraordinary. Naturally Polly wouldn’t ever think of such things, having been born a pet. Although by simply being born a rabbit she had the instincts to not let herself get too close to any predators. Funny decided to come clean. Better to say something now while the matter can be brushed off with her just being disgusted than to let a lie grow. Sometimes they grew so big the liar could no longer control it with a simple confession. Funny was young but he had already learned that lesson. He inhaled deeply and said, “Polly, I have a confession. I didn’t hear what you said at first so I don’t know what would be a real kick in the hopper?” Polly didn’t find any offense at all. She was happy to say it all again. “I said wouldn’t it be a kick to go back into that area where the soccer ball was lost? You could show me where Mrs Needy pounced at you. Plus you could show me how you managed to escape?” “I uh, well I mean that we should, cause you know it could happen and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Funny said stammering throughout his sentence. He felt like Porky Pig trying to recite ‘Sally sells sea shells’. Finally he gave up and just said one word. “Okay.” Polly led the way over to the dark area away from the rest of the back yard. She continued to talk about a thousand words per minute while Funny didn’t say a thing. He searched for the soccer ball because he wanted to grab it and then make like the sparrows and get the flock out of there! next page |    |