Yesterday, I alluded to bunnies in our yard. Today, I am highlighting a trilogy of bunny books by Candace Fleming and illustrated by G. Brian Karas. And sharing some very sad news about one of our bunnies living in the urban wild.
In the first book, Muncha! Muncha! Muncha! a very grumpy Mr. McGreeley is inundated with bunnies eating his garden. Each day he works hard to keep the bunnies out of his garden. Every night the bunnies muncha, muncha, muncha.
Winter’s arrived in the next book of the series… Tippy, Tippy, Tippy Hide! Mr. McGreeley looks forward to a quiet winter with no bunnies. Doesn’t happen. Those pufftails invade his home.
In the final book of the trilogy, Tippy-Tippy-Tippy, Splash!, Mr. McGreeley decides to visit the beach to escape the bunnies who drive him crazy. No such luck. They hitch a ride.
I wrote this post yesterday. Last night, we lost one of the three bunnies who have been visiting our patch of clover and strawberries everyday for weeks. ML found it on the side of the street. She’s named all the bunnies with first, middle and last names and was able to identify the deceased as “Strawberry Cottontail Bunny.”
Guess who buried the bunny? Personally, I think I deserve a Mom of the Year award. The tombstone ML made is below. She also took photos of the dead bunny. I’ll spare you. It comforted ML she had made a special bunny salad of dandelions, clover and strawberries for the bunnies Sunday evening. As for the person who sped down our street sometime between 6 and 8 p.m. and hit the hind leg of our “pet,” your speeding made my daughter cry. Was the three seconds faster you got to your destination worth it?