I was meaning to post this sooner, but I never had time. I wrote this little piece for school and my teacher seemed to like it. I just copy/pasted it from a file folder, so sorry if anything majoris messed up.
[align=center]The rabbit place and the hunt[/b][/align]
Ah, nothing like the smell of rabbit urine and the sound of clicking water bottles in the afternoon. I stood there surveying my surroundings: many bunnies, in many cages. I inhaled deeply (for a dramatic effect). Then, I gagged, trying not to be too obvious about it. We were looking for the perfect pair of bunnies at the not-so-local rabbit rescue.
âYou know, Emma, I have my home ownersâ association meeting at three, and right now it is half past two. And then thereâs the forty minute drive, not including the back-up thatâs probably still in the other laneâ¦â At that point in time I tried to tune my motherâs lecturing out, but my efforts were unsuccessful. I saw she was getting impatient, so I prepared myself for another round of nagging. âWe donât have to get a rabbit today.â
âCome on, one more look around!â I said in a whiny tone as I grabbed my momâs arm. A few more inquiries later of who was spayed/neutered/male/female/good with cats/skittish left me with nothing more than traces of fur on my sweatshirt and some frustrations. I knelt down to pet the rabbit hopping on the aged blue linoleum floor, careful to avoid letting stuff[/i] (âCoco puffsâ, dust bunnies and puddles of what I hoped were water) touch my freshly laundered pants. I saw two black bunnies huddled together in the back of a cage. I asked about them, and got a response that somehow convinced me they werenât suitable for a person like me.
I started to rise slowly, pausing to brush off my pants, when two inquisitive grey rabbits caught my eye.
âThese two grey ones?â I asked while motioning.
âHey, didnât we see those two last time?â My mom piped in.
âProbably did see them last time, as weâve had âem over a year. They are sisters, supposedly. They came from animal control.â The plump employee stated.
Before either of us knew what was going on, we each had a squirming rabbit placed in our hands. After a minute of solemn contemplation of how adorable it was, and how soft and fuzzy it was, I came back from Bunnyland and into reality. I caressed the rabbitâs ears (much to its dismay) and rested my hand on its back for a moment longer before asking my mom to switch the ones we were holding. We did so, with some difficulty (having to put one down in the lettuce bin momentarily). I continued to inhale horrible odors while stroking its coat.
âSo?â My mom asked.
âYes, I think these specimens may meet my criteriaâ¦â I proclaimed with a widening grin.