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A Story of a Little Bunny

One day there was a little bunny and he had a mommy who was looking for him. Running around in the grass, an enemy, a cat saw him and scratched his neck. A little bit later, a little boy playing outside in the backyard saw the little bunny and was excited. He was so cute! He was the cutest little bunny he had ever seen. As he approached the little bunny, he wouldn’t run away, and soon the little boy noticed that he was scarred on his body and neck. What happened? What could have done such a thing? He got the little bunny and took it to his grandfather and he said it’s okay, and not much more. He told his grandson to get a shoe box. They soon put the little bunny in the shoe box and gave it lettuce. He was proud, and the grandfather was confident the little bunny would recover. “We saved it,” thought the boy, “and he will be my little bunny forever.” One day he came back from school and the little bunny was no longer breathing. His mother was outside for hours that evening, waiting for her little son. She did not move for hours and for days she returned to the grass and waited for her little son. He never recovered. The boy never forgot his little friend, his little bunny, and the scar that was upon the little bunny’s neck and body was upon his soul for life. He told his friends the next day and cried in school and was taken home due to abundance of tears. The soul of the bunny ascended that day and years later due to his tears. Years and years later, the grandfather passed away, so did the boy. But as they reached the heavens, they sat before a wooden bench, made by him and his grandfather. He looked at the little bunny and said, “We beat them,” and the bunny nodded his head and cuddled his neck on his arm. His mother appeared from above and guided him to their nest, though the little bunny never forgot the little boy and never left him, his side, his tearful intercessor ever again. 

Armen Leo Artashesian