Sunday, May 5, 2013

Rabbit Wrangler

 
Auntie calls me a rabbit wrangler. When we went out to get the paper this morning there was a rabbit sitting right in front of me. I saw him and he saw me. The chase was on. I was hot on his tail then he circled back and stopped by the gas tank. He headed one way and I cut him off. Then he headed the opposite direction and there I was. We went back and forth around the tank. If he hadn’t finally run in a hole too small for me, I would have had rabbit for breakfast!