When I was six years old my dad got me something special for my birthday.
I was coming back from school when my dad told me, “I have something important and special for you.”
I was wondering if it was my own room because at that age I had to share a room with my brother.
When we got home I saw a cage in the backyard. “Why do we have a cage here?” I asked my dad.
“Come over here,” my dad said as he pulled me.
“It’s just an old man rabbit,” I said.
“Look behind it.”
I lifted the rabbit up and I saw three baby bunnies! “They are so cute can we keep one?” I asked my dad.
“Well, that is what I meant by a special present. So go ahead and pick one that you want.”
There was a white one, a black spotted one, and a gray one. “I’ll choose the. . . .” I said in a low whisper.
“Go on choose one,” my dad said.
“They all look so cute, but I guess I can pick the gray one.”
My dad opened the cage where the rabbit was and picked up the bunny. While he picked it up I asked, "Where are the other bunnies going to go?”
My dad paused and said, "We are going to take them to the pet store.”
“OK, at least if they have some place to stay and then someone will come and take them.”
Then my dad took the bunny and laid it in my hand. It was so soft. “I should name this,” I said.
“Then name it,” my dad said.
“Then I’ll name it Floppy!” I said.
As the years went by the bunny (or should I say a rabbit?) grew. We had no room inside so we kept it in the corner of the backyard. And every night we put it in this sort of box and put a blanket with it.
One day I went out to go feed the rabbit. I took off the blanket and lifted up the cage but then I didn’t see Floppy in the cage. I went inside and called my dad. He came out and noticed too that there wasn’t anything in the cage.
“What happened to Floppy?” I asked my dad.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
Then I was quiet. Did someone take him? Did he run away? Did a coyote eat him? No, that could not have happened. There was no blood in the cage so that couldn’t have happened.
Well, that has been an entire mystery my entire life, but whereever Floppy went that day I hope he is OK.
I wanted to let you know I'm OK. I just got a little tired of being stuck in a cage. I'm an animal and I need to be running around FREE. I hope you understand, and I'll always appreciate your love and kindness.
Comment Posted on November 12, 2011 at 03:07 PM by