Some people will have a strong feeling, at some point in their life, to do something that comes to them suddenly, like a quick, sharp arrow. My sudden urge came to me in the middle of summer in Costco when I was almost nine, in the middle of summer. My whim was to have a pet, a bunny.
“Mom,” I said suddenly. “I want to get a bunny.” Mom hesitated, then replied, “Sure.” I felt so surprised and happy when she took out her phone and typed something in the search bar “Do you want this one?” I looked at the bunny. The bunny had droopy ears, big brown eyes, matching brown fur, with white splatters. I instantly fell in love with the little creature. “Of course!” I said, almost too giddy.
After a century of waiting (which was, only, in reality a week), the day finally came to pick up my bunny. I jumped into the car, picking up the large box we had prepared for the new furry friend, and settled in the car seat. Dad drove us over to the store, and it seemed like the first thing I saw when I hopped out of the car were those cute eyes. The bunny was even more adorable in person than it was in my memory. The store owner set the cute bunny into the box, and my dad asked a few questions about how to take care of the bunny. I also asked a question. “Is this cutie a male or female?” The bunny owner replied, “He is a male.” My dad carried the box back into the car, and I spent the rest of the ride home thinking about possible names.
“Browny!” I cried as I leapt out of the car when it finally parked in our garage. Dad’s brow furrowed. “You want a brownie to eat?” He asked. “No,” I said, stumbling over my words, “That’s the new name for the bunny: Browny! I mean, he is brown like a brownie, so I think that’s a good name.” We looked over at the bunny. “Yes, that’s a great name. Hello, Brownie, welcome to our family!” Mom said. “Wait, hold on!” I said. “His name is spelt with a -y at the end, not an -ie, to not confuse it with the dessert.” Mom and Dad replied, “Oh, got it. Now let’s bring Browny inside our house.”
Right after we brought Browny inside, I sat down by his cage and started petting him. Right when I opened the cage door (this was a bad idea, but I didn’t know that yet, I heard Grandma calling for me to go wash my hands. I reluctantly went to the bathroom. While I was drying my hands, I heard a *THUMP* noise coming from Browny’s cage. I rushed over, and this is what I saw: a cage with no bunny, the animal nowhere to be seen. Then, I heard another *THUMP* sound. I saw that brown, furry animal running across my living room rug! “MOM! DAD!” I yelped. “BUNNY IS OUT! BUNNY IS OUT!”
Since then, I realized that you should never, ever, ever let Browny out of the cage. He is very hard to catch. I didn’t expect a bunny like this, but I still love Browny, even though he isn’t that cuddly and playful. Ever since that day on, and many other days like that, I learned some things from Browny, which is both surprising yet not surprising. One of the most important things I discovered was that Browny is very naughty and leads us on a bunny chase when he is let out. When we finally got him (after two hours of bunny-chasing), I learned an additional lesson: never underestimate the strength of any creature. But, besides all Browny’s naughtiness, I quickly came to know that all creatures do indeed deserve care and attention, no matter their personalities, which is especially true in Browny’s case.
“Mom,” I said suddenly. “I want to get a bunny.” Mom hesitated, then replied, “Sure.” I felt so surprised and happy when she took out her phone and typed something in the search bar “Do you want this one?” I looked at the bunny. The bunny had droopy ears, big brown eyes, matching brown fur, with white splatters. I instantly fell in love with the little creature. “Of course!” I said, almost too giddy.
After a century of waiting (which was, only, in reality a week), the day finally came to pick up my bunny. I jumped into the car, picking up the large box we had prepared for the new furry friend, and settled in the car seat. Dad drove us over to the store, and it seemed like the first thing I saw when I hopped out of the car were those cute eyes. The bunny was even more adorable in person than it was in my memory. The store owner set the cute bunny into the box, and my dad asked a few questions about how to take care of the bunny. I also asked a question. “Is this cutie a male or female?” The bunny owner replied, “He is a male.” My dad carried the box back into the car, and I spent the rest of the ride home thinking about possible names.
“Browny!” I cried as I leapt out of the car when it finally parked in our garage. Dad’s brow furrowed. “You want a brownie to eat?” He asked. “No,” I said, stumbling over my words, “That’s the new name for the bunny: Browny! I mean, he is brown like a brownie, so I think that’s a good name.” We looked over at the bunny. “Yes, that’s a great name. Hello, Brownie, welcome to our family!” Mom said. “Wait, hold on!” I said. “His name is spelt with a -y at the end, not an -ie, to not confuse it with the dessert.” Mom and Dad replied, “Oh, got it. Now let’s bring Browny inside our house.”
Right after we brought Browny inside, I sat down by his cage and started petting him. Right when I opened the cage door (this was a bad idea, but I didn’t know that yet, I heard Grandma calling for me to go wash my hands. I reluctantly went to the bathroom. While I was drying my hands, I heard a *THUMP* noise coming from Browny’s cage. I rushed over, and this is what I saw: a cage with no bunny, the animal nowhere to be seen. Then, I heard another *THUMP* sound. I saw that brown, furry animal running across my living room rug! “MOM! DAD!” I yelped. “BUNNY IS OUT! BUNNY IS OUT!”
Since then, I realized that you should never, ever, ever let Browny out of the cage. He is very hard to catch. I didn’t expect a bunny like this, but I still love Browny, even though he isn’t that cuddly and playful. Ever since that day on, and many other days like that, I learned some things from Browny, which is both surprising yet not surprising. One of the most important things I discovered was that Browny is very naughty and leads us on a bunny chase when he is let out. When we finally got him (after two hours of bunny-chasing), I learned an additional lesson: never underestimate the strength of any creature. But, besides all Browny’s naughtiness, I quickly came to know that all creatures do indeed deserve care and attention, no matter their personalities, which is especially true in Browny’s case.
