This morning, when I was taking the Shortlings to camp, I
turned the corner in the car and saw a little bunny running down the middle of
the road.
“Oh look, girls! Look at that cute little bunny hopping
down the road like he thinks he’s a car.”
Normally,
The Caterpillar isn’t looking in the right direction
and misses such things. Then she pouts the rest of the car ride. But we
were fortunate, because the bunny was directly in front of us she
actually spotted him for a change. All three of us had a great view
actually and there were several seconds while we oooh-ed and aaah-ed
over the adorable Peter Cottontail hopping down the bunny trail/road…
right up until the adolescent fox
in the neighborhood darted out into the road from the bushes, snatched
that bunny, and disappeared back into the thicket.
And then we continued on to our destination… older,
wiser, and sadder.
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