Home of Rescues: Small Bundles, Big Hearts

Prologue

The small rabbit felt the wind fly through her fur as she was dropped onto the green grass. She glanced toward her sons, who were resting on the grass near her. Turning to look behind her, she saw the old lady of the house, smelling strongly of fire leaves, and acting strange from inhaling their smoke. Her young kits shouted and ran out from behind her. The biggest one was barely half the size of the old lady. The young rabbit stiffened as one of the human kits reached out its small paws to grab at her. She began to anticipate the pain that they usually inflicted on her frail body, and shrank away in fear.

Suddenly, her oldest son, a big white buck, broke away from the group and tore accross the street, away from the awful house. The gray buck, who was the second oldest of her kits, followed in hot in pursuit. The disappearance of her two children distracted the human kit. He began to pursue them, shouting as he ran. Suddenly, the female felt a rough force shove her in the direction the other two rabbits ran.

"Come on mom, move your tail! Unless you want to get caught."

She whipped her head around to see her third son urging her to flee. He had black fur, like hers, but without brown streaks. Although he was the youngest of her three boys, he often took the most responsibility for his mother. It was for this reason they had always been close. He was constantly looking out for her, protecting her from the dangers that lurked within the house. In response to his pressure, she took off accross the street, her third son close behind. She ran as hard as she could, peeking back only once to see the old lady calling her kits to her, obviously not caring about the disappearance of the four rabbits. Had she thrown them out on purpose? She obviously hated caring for them, often forgetting to provide food and water. But would she really be so careless as to intentionally release them? Then again this is the same lady that allowed her young kits to torture the four rabbits.

Upon feeling more soft grass under her feet, the doe collapsed. She peered around and spotted her three kits stretched out on the grass close by. She stood and limped over to join them, her bum leg stiff with pain.

"What do we do now?" she questioned.

The white buck straightened himself and looked down at the rest of them. "we survive."