I'm afraid for the bunny named Truffles. Seen here in an early photo, just after she was first spotted in the yard.


We haven't seen her for a week, and this has us worried. She isn't responding to the kibble sound nor to the smell of the carrots. She isn't hopping out from under the cars whenever we are trying to go somewhere. She just isn't around. There are several reasons why she might not be here:
1) She has gone back home to her family. That would be a good thing.
2) Someone else, hopefully a good family, has taken her in.
3) Someone picked her up and took her to the SPCA to protect her from the wildlife and to get her adopted (hopefully to a good family).
4) She is hiding because she is pregnant. It is Spring, you know (and the buds are green, or vice-versa...whatever, Wegnerd).
5) Someone accidentally hit her. It is a busy street with all of the parents dropping their kids off at school and picking them up.
6) Someone's ridiculous, unnecessarily large and predatory dog snuffed her out when they let the dog out to shit along the school fence (and not bother to clean it up...mighty neighbourly).
7) A coyote got it.

All of these are morbid, I know. But I came up with a worse one.

8) Maybe someone caught it and ate it. It was named Truffles, you know.
9)Or maybe someone caught her and made a warm bit of clothing out of it, or a lucky charm.

I don't know. I just hope for the best for the little thing. Her coat was shabby, but she was a little sweetie. And by that I don't mean that she tasted sweet. You're all sicker than I am.