He was balancing on the top of the open bag, trembling.
I, very loudly, said "Oh!" Not like, "Oh, there's a cute little mouse looking at me." Like the "oh" that Lucy Ricardo says when Ricky catches her doing something she's not supposed to be doing.
As I said this, I was brandishing the lid like a shield. Then I laughed at myself.
We stood still and looked at each other for some time. Then he jumped onto the garbage can and scurried off. Now I very cautiously peer over into the bag before I scoop out scratch grain.
There's also this rabbit:
Sometimes I go rabbit hunting. Which means I go out and stalk him, because he looks so soft and adorable that I just want to catch him and snuggle him. :) He won't let us touch him.
And yes. I can get *this* close. I know now why Beatrix Potter was so fascinated with rabbits and writing stories about them. This rabbit is so adorable. He was twitching his nose the whole time I was stalking him. Sometimes he sits very still and watches me out of the corner of his eye. Here's the weird thing: when I see him from my window, he looks huge. But the closer you get to him, the smaller he looks. My dad says that doesn't make any sense, but it's the truth. I think it would make a good story for a children's book. Maybe if I actually reached out to touch him he would disappear altogether? :)
Until next time,

{Okay, so there aren't any bears. Thank goodness.}
Those are great pictures! The rabbit is adorable!
ReplyDeleteOh my! He's soooooooo cute! My aunt used to own a bunny. He was so fun to visit :)
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