One day, during summer school, my class and I had found a nest full of baby bunnies. There were seven of them so we each took one home. When I got home my mom took one look at it and started screaming at me to get rid of it so I secretly put it outside in a cage and planned on asking my sister who could drive to take me to the store later to get food for it later. I had named him Chested and he was the runt of the litter and the calmest one of them all.
I wanted my dad to get home so I could talk to him about it, when he got home, I went out to get the bunny. It was gone, squeezed through the bars of the cage and ran away. -_- I bawled for 2 hours straight, my sister timed it. Turns out, two bunnies survived, everybody else but me and the two other little bunnies that were being taken care of by trusted pet lovers, put their bunnies back in the nest where they were found. We read an article about the bunnies and found out that even if the bunnies were touched by humans, the mother will not kill it. But the bunnies that were put back drowned from the storm that came by that night. All this happened in a day. Up above in the picture is Chester bundled up in my blanket sleeping. You have no idea how much I hated my mom at that time.
