Thanks, guys!
So I'm still finishing up my other agility equipment (just need a few more screws and some other paint colours!) and waiting for the weather to improve so we can set up our course in the backyard again!
In the meantime, I've started a book for my kids. I think you guys will probably like it. It's a middle grade novel (geared for 9-12 year olds) called THE RABBIT ATE MY HOMEWORK.
Here's the premise:
On their way home from school, 12-year-old Drew and his annoying younger sister Libby find a bunny in a box. Libby convinces Drew they have to keep the bunny--at least till they can find the bunny's owners or a new home. Of course, they both know their parents won't be too impressed with them bringing a rabbit home. So they hide it in Drew's room. Of course, hiding a rabbit is not as easy as it seems . . . especially when that rabbit turns out to be a growing baby Flemish Giant.
So far, I've got the first half of the first chapter written.
Anyway, I just wanted to post this part, because I think you guys would like it (for a few reasons):
"So what are we going to call him?" Libby asked.
"How about Stew?"
"You canât name the bunny Stew!"
"Okay, then: Stewy."
"Drew!" Libby scowled at me. "I think we should call him Precious."
"
Precious? Thatâs a girlâs name!"
"Well, maybe the bunny is a girl!"
"No way! This is definitely a boy bunny."
Libby crossed her arms. "How would you know the difference?"
I didn't know the difference. But there was no way we were calling this bunny Precious. "Because heâs got big ears. Boy bunnies always have bigger ears than girl bunnies. Donât you know anything?"
Libby didnât say anything. She just sat there, stroking the rabbitâs head. Heâd squished himself flat against the ground, his eyes half-closed, his ears relaxed, loving the attention. "Heâs so little. I think we should call him Tiny."
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