Rescue Bunny

“Dad!”

“Yes?” I answered.

“We found a bunny! He’s hurt!”

I came out of my office to find my Daughter #1 with a little brown bunny in her arms.

“Where did you find him?” I asked.

“We were out biking and found him in the field,” Son #2 tells me. “His legs are hurt! He can’t hop well!”

I took a look and what I saw made me sick. Someone had pierced both the back legs of the rabbit, right behind the tendons. It’s the sort of cut a butcher would make to hang up an animal – but this rabbit was otherwise unharmed. Some person had deliberately mutilated this rabbit, then somehow he had gotten away.

I petted 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 cabbage leaves and installed the rabbit in a laundry basket on our porch.

“Can we keep him, dad?” Son #2 asks me. “Yes!” says Daughter #1. “Can we?”

I thought about it for a while. We don’t really need any pets, especially without land. And a rabbit is non-productive unless you eat him, right?

Well… maybe not. I got to thinking about how much rabbit manure we used to get from the rabbits Rachel raised for meat a few years back. That manure was amazing – you could really grow plants with it.

And my children already were emotionally engaged with this rabbit, looking after his wounded legs and coddling the starved little escapee.

I decided it was meant to be. He’d escaped some hideous cruelty and deserved a better life. My children would love him and care for him. It was like a prisoner escaping a concentration camp and running across the border…

“You can keep him,” I said. “You just have to pay me rent for the space he takes up.”

“What?” my children said, “what do you mean??”

“I want all the manure for the garden.”

Then they laughed. “Oh Dad, we can do that! No problem! Oh thank you, thank you!”

On the way to church last week the children threw around names. Son #1 made me crack up.

“Hey, let’s call him Vlad.”

“Vlad?” I said.

“Yes! Vlad the Impaled!” he laughed.

The final name came from Son #4 who said, “let’s call him Caspian. I’ve been reading Prince Caspian.”

And Caspian it is. According to what I’ve read online, a rabbit produces around 100lbs of manure a year. That ought to keep my potted plants fed quite nicely.

He’s healing up well now and is a very friendly bunny. I’m having a hard time understanding how such a tame rabbit ended up mutilated and dumped in the wild, but he seems to have come through just fine.

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Lucky bunny.

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