David's Daily Diversions

The Return of Bubby

That Wascally Wabbit has been found. The notices that Aidan and I pushed through letterboxes worked - though indirectly.

After we finished Christmas dinner and Aidie went up for his nap, we received a phone call from a man who said, "I think I have your rabbit." He lives down, but on the other side of, the street. I didn't think Bubby would go that direction, so we didn't put a notice through his door. We did put a notice through the door of his brother (or brother-in-law, I can't remember which) who lives on the street behind us.

Bubby was actually found under a parked car yesterday. The bloke rang the RSPCA, and they told him they wouldn't come out and he would have to contain it. He couldn't catch Bubby. He must have mentioned this to his brother. Anyhow, I went up the street and sure enough, there was Bubby. I chased her around the courtyard from car to car. I ran home and got some lettuce and lured her out just enough to grab her.

You would think she would have been grateful that I rescued her and brought her back to the safety of her hutch. Instead, as I was walking home with her securely pinned against my chest, she peed down my leg.

When he got up from his nap, Aidie was pleased to see that Bubby was home. He just assumed she was home from work, so he didn't make a particular fuss. It was always life as normal as far as he was concerned.