Dennis and I went to the agriculture fair the other night. Our first
stop was the petting pen. And there he was... the cutest little brown
French lop in the world. He was crouched next to the water pan with
hordes of goats, sheep, pigs, and geese walking around him.
I petted his head and scritched his nose. He was used to being
petted, but he was thin. I soon found out why. We bought him a
handful of pellets from the machine. The goats tried to steal the
food from my hand, shoving the little bunny to get him out of their
way. The bunny was very meek. Dennis held the goats back so I could
give little guy a couple of handsful of food. He chomped it like he
was starving. He bit my hand once, but it was okay. It didn't hurt.
The guy makes a living by selling pellets for people to give to all
the animals. I could tell he loved the animals by the way the animals
behaved around people. I asked him could I buy the little brown guy.
He said he couldn't afford to let him go right now, since he only had
three rabbits and he wanted the children to be able to enjoy the
He was the perfect rabbit for us. He warmed up to us immediately,
probably because we petted him the way that rabbits like to be petted
and we kept the goats from shoving him away from the food.
I did not feel like that was much of an existence for a rabbit,
particularly such a sweet one-in-a-million bunny.
Tonight is the last night of the fair. I wonder if he would sell him
to me if I offered enough. This rabbit would be a perfect friend for
Jessie. Jessie would groom him until he was nothing but a long-eared
puddle. He was that sweet.
Anita and Jessie