You know hows we hunt wabbits, ans we catch them ands we eat thems well theres some that are our friends who we never chase or anything. Abby was our wabbit, she had been sick for a few weeks Mums was trying to make her better but then she had babies, abby that is, Mums didnt think they would live as she couldnt eat as she hads a lump in her throt so was getting thinner and thinner so Mums had to force feed her, then 4 days before Christmas on the day the babbies opened there eyes Abby died.
They were so very small, half the size they should of been. Mums only had lamb milks and a bike valve to feed them two died the first night then the biggest and strongest was misplaced. Mums thinks Burtie gots it buts it could climbs out of the basket but she really doesnt know what happened. One died Boxing Day morning, leaving us with Zorro because if he lives he'll be a legand.