New Family Members
“Boom!” My feet touched the ground as I got out of the car. I
sprinted as fast as I could to meet Alyssa, the owner of the farm.
“Slow poke,” I yelled. Sophie, my sister ran after me, furious. Today
was the day we finally got to choose our pet bunnies, and Sophie did not want
to be left behind. Alyssa greeted us and showed us around. Our parents trailed
behind us, clearly less enthusiastic about the bunnies than we were.
At last Alyssa showed us the bunnies. The smell wasn’t that bad, but
my mom’s nose is really sensitive. Somehow I could tell from my mom’s face she
was thinking, “How did I agree to this? We are bringing these in the house?” My
dad wasn’t much better, joking, “Are we going to eat them for lunch or dinner?
I have very good recipes for bunny stew.” When we threatened to call the ASPCA
he joked again, “Why, do they have better recipes?” He had a huge smile on his
face, thinking he was so funny. We decided to just ignore him, hoping he would
stop joking. He wasn’t very pleased about that.
Once
my dad stopped joking around, I could focus on the rabbits. There were Lion Heads, and Holland Lops. The
Holland Lop bunnies were a little bigger than my fist with white fur, and chestnut
brown polka dots. Their fur was softer than a brand new North Face. Their ears
hung down next to their heads, and they were so floppy they blew in the wind.
There were about 12 baby Holland Lop bunnies, and a mother.
Alyssa also had three Lion Head bunnies. One was light navy blue,
with a little gray and white. The other two were a coffee brown, one of which
was the mother. We were asked which two we wanted, one for each of us. If we
wanted a Holland Lop, we would have to wait two weeks. Sophie and I immediately
excluded the Holland Lops. We were too impatient to wait two more weeks!
After a while we chose; I selected the navy blue bunny, and Sophie
chose the light brown one. We were informed they were twins. Their birthday was
Mother’s Day, and they were both girls. My mind started filling with names. For
example, Blueberry for my bunny, and Mocha for Sophie’s bunny. Suddenly, my dad
interrupted my thoughts. “Why don’t we name them Blue Ivy and Coffee Bean?
Ivy and Bean like the book.”
I thought it was really weird that he would help us name them,
considering he didn’t even want the bunnies. Alyssa gave us a cardboard box
with hay to put our bunnies in, and in a separate container, she put a handful
of pellets she had been feeding them. Even though I was scared to take on the
responsibility of caring for them, I was excited to teach them new tricks. After
we left the farm, we were off to a pet supply store to buy a cage for our new
family members.
We have had them for about 1 ½ years now and I play with them every
chance I get. I also feed them a carrot when they are good, which is often.
They have been my best friends ever since.
