20. Apr, 2014

Easter ghost bunnies

One moon lit evening, at our home for waifs and strays, I looked out of the window and saw two white rabbits playing on the lawn.

     ‘Two white rabbits!’ I shouted to my kind and unassuming husband. ‘There are two white rabbits playing on the lawn in the dark.’

     My kind and unassuming husband stood beside me and looked out at the garden. But the rabbits must have seen us and ran away.

     ‘They were there a moment ago,’ I said running to the door with a torch. I could see them in the moonlight. But there was no sign of the ghost rabbits.

      ‘They were there a moment ago,' I said as I entered the kitchen, ‘two of them, pure white!’

      My kind and unassuming husband smiled kindly and went back to his study.

      By the following morning, I had forgotten all about the rabbits until I went to let the hens out. I was walking past the pond when I spotted not two but three pure white rabbits running around the fruit trees. I could hardly believe my eyes.

       I walked quickly back to the house and shouted to my kind and unassuming husband.

       ‘Come quickly,’ I said excitedly. ‘There are three white rabbits down by the pond.’

        As you can guess, by the time he emerged, the rabbits had disappeared. I was beginning to think I had imagined the whole thing. And so was my kind and unassuming husband, even though he didn’t say as much.

        That night I was ready with my camera. I stood in the window of our home for waifs and strays and waited. I was about to give up after two hours, then I saw them. I quickly snapped a few photo’s as proof that they weren’t a figment of my imagination and they weren’t ghost rabbits but real fluffy white bunnies. I shouted to my kind and unassuming husband yet again. This time he also saw them and was as baffled as I was. Where on earth had they come from?

        They came every day for the next few weeks and every day they dug up our allotment and ate our flowers. We had no idea who they belonged too. So we caught them (which proved to be an easy task) and placed them in our chicken hospital which is a large wooded house with a long run.

          ‘What shall we do with them?’ I asked my kind and unassuming husband.

          Being the practical one, he said that we should place an advert in the village shop.

          No-one came forward and a week later, we discovered that our three white rabbits had become....thirteen! As we peered into a small nest, we counted ten furless heads. We were speechless! Nothing at our home for waifs and strays shocked us anymore, but things like this never ceased to amaze us.

           ‘I guess word must have got around that this is the home for waifs and strays!’ I smiled at my kind and unassuming husband. ‘Better start building yet another run!’