“ Dad ! ”
“ Yes ? ” I answered .
“ We found a bunny ! He ’s hurt ! ”
I fare out of my position to find my Daughter # 1 with a small brown bunny in her sleeve .
“ Where did you find him ? ” I asked .
“ We were out bicycle and found him in the field , ” Son # 2 recount me . “ His legs are hurt ! He ca n’t hop-skip well ! ”
I took a looking at and what I saw made me sick . Someone had thrust both the back legs of the rabbit , right behind the tendons . It ’s the sorting of cut a butcher would make to advert up an animal – but this rabbit was otherwise unharmed . Some individual had advisedly mutilated this lapin , then somehow he had obtain away .
I pet the poor thing and could feel every bone in his back . He ’d also been starved .
“ You could call the local SPCA and see if they can take him , ” one of my neighbors said when I related the story .
My children meanwhile had gotten water and cultivated cabbage leave-taking and installed the rabbit in a laundry basket on our porch .
“ Can we keep him , daddy ? ” Son # 2 asks me . “ Yes ! ” says Daughter # 1 . “ Can we ? ”
I thought about it for a while . We do n’t really postulate any pets , peculiarly without land . And a rabbit is non - rich unless you exhaust him , veracious ?
Well … perhaps not . I got to thinking about how much lapin manure we used to get from the rabbits Rachel raised for nitty-gritty a few years back . That manure was awe-inspiring – you could really grow plant with it .
And my fry already were emotionally engaged with this rabbit , looking after his injure leg and featherbed the starved small escapee .
I adjudicate it was meant to be . He ’d escaped some horrid cruelness and merit a better life . My small fry would love him and manage for him . It was like a prisoner escaping a assiduousness camp and running across the border …
“ you could keep him , ” I said . “ You just have to make up me economic rent for the place he takes up . ”
“ What ? ” my child aver , “ what do you mean ? ? ”
“ I desire all the manure for the garden . ”
Then they laughed . “ Oh Dad , we can do that ! No problem ! Oh give thanks you , give thanks you ! ”
On the way to Christian church last week the tyke threw around name . Son # 1 made me crack up .
“ Hey , let ’s call him Vlad . ”
“ Vlad ? ” I enounce .
“ Yes ! Vlad the Impaled ! ” he express mirth .
The final name come from Son # 4 who said , “ allow ’s call him Caspian . I ’ve been say Prince Caspian . ”
And Caspian it is . According to what I ’ve read online , a rabbit produces around 100lbs of manure a class . That ought to keep my potted plant life feed quite nicely .
He ’s healing up well now and is a very favorable bunny . I ’m have a backbreaking time sympathise how such a tame rabbit ended up mutilated and dumped in the wild , but he seems to have get through just all right .
prosperous bunny .
