Dear Porch Neighbors,
There is a Bunny who lives near our house.
I don't know his name.
I don't think Big Guy does either, which is unusual because Big Guy seems to have names for almost everything.
Every morning, Bunny appears in the grass.
And every morning, he looks like he is late for something.
He stops. He eats. He looks around.
Then suddenly—ZOOM.
I have no idea what happened.
Naturally, I would like to ask him.
The problem is that Bunny does not seem interested in meeting me.
I have tried standing very still.
I have tried sitting.
Once I even gave him my best I am just a small puppy with absolutely no plans whatsoever look.
Bunny was not fooled.
He took off across the yard like somebody had just opened the Surprise Box store.
I followed.
This is when the Rope became involved.
Apparently, the Rope has different ideas about Bunny research.
Big Guy said, "Easy, Tux."
I looked at him.
Easy?
There is a Bunny loose in the neighborhood who clearly has somewhere important to be.
Shouldn't somebody find out where he's going?
Big Guy didn't seem concerned.
He just stood there holding the Rope while Bunny disappeared behind a bush.
So I sat down beside him.
We waited.
A minute later, Bunny came out the other side and started eating again.
That's when I noticed something.
Maybe Bunny wasn't going anywhere.
Maybe that's just how Bunnies do things.
Eat some grass.
Run somewhere.
Eat different grass.
I can respect that.
I do pretty much the same thing with toys.
I still plan to meet Bunny someday.
But for now, I watch him from the end of the Rope.
He has his yard.
I have mine.
And apparently, we both have very important things to do.
🐾 Filed from Ankle Level,
Tux

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