Peter Cottontail

For awhile now our backyard has been the home to a family of bunny's. Not much to Kens liking but the girls have gotten a kick out of it when a tiny little bunny is outside. We have even named them, can't tell who is who but yep, they have names. This after noon I was out in the back yard picking up a few things and looked down in the window well of the basement and guess what had fallen all the way down there. A tiny little bunny! AWWW! First I thought that it might be dead because it is a long fall, or if not dead surly it broke a leg. But no the little thing was still alive who knows how long it was down there. I was not about to let it die down there nor was I going to be the one to get it out, sorry I didn't know if it would bit or what kind of diseases it had. Ken was not home until later so that left our good friend Lars to the rescue. Yea for Lars! Lucky for us he was not busy watching a really good movie, (hehehhe) (inside joke). He came and got the bunny out and put it in a box. Now you know what Maci was thinking, "cool mom, can we keep it, I always wanted a bunny for a pet" Uhm, ya right, the girl doesn't even take care the guinea pigs. I finally agreed to let her pet it, and that led to holding it, and that led to crying because I am a mean mom who won't let her keep it. Maci cried and cried because she had to let it go. She is all better and the bunny is once again in our backyard eating our grass.