05 June 2011

Wherefore art thou, my Wabbit?

On three occasions that we visited our house prior to making an offer – first viewing, re-viewing and another re-viewing when it came back on the market – Bunny was sitting under its tiny bush located on the right side of the garage in the front yard. (I was contemplating on naming it Pete Jr. but decided against it.  That would’ve been such a cliché, wouldn’t it?  Besides, the senior thought it was a she.)  It was very still as a snapshot that Pete thought it was one of those lawn ornaments until it finally flinched its ears.

We’ve been home for two days now but no sign of Bunny as of yet.  I worry about MY wabbit but I shall wait for it with bated breath.



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