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The Lost Bunny ~~~ Late Autumn 2001 One hot summer evening Freya
Soledad and Grandma went to the Park Library and playground. There were many clouds gathering in the sky, and the weather
was starting to cool off and to feel pleasant. Freya held her little bunny on the way to the park. "Tie it, tie
it", Freya asked of her Grandma while they were driving. The tiny bunny had a tiny pink ribbon around his neck. The bow
was half undone. At the swings, Grandma took
the bunny and tried to tie the bow, but it was too small. Freya cried out, "Tie it"! Grandma pushed the loose part of the ribbon under the bunny's shirt, and Freya smiled
happily. They found some friends at the park. Avadnia was playing on the slide. She was one of Freya's friends, and a year
older, but still very little. Isaiah, Avadnias brother, was in the soccer field. After a while she had to
go to the soccer field to watch her daddy play. Mostly it was so her dad could watch her play. Freya and Grandma walked the
long distance to the grassy field. They passed a lost tennis ball, and they saw a few white soccer balls. The field
was marked off with green and red markers. They reached the area where Avadnia
was playing a game by herself. Freya and Grandma rested there, and then Freya kicked around a soccer ball with Avadnia.
Mosquitoes and small gnats buzzed around. Dark clouds were appearing in the distance, but the western sky was still sunny
and pleasant. Freya was having a wonderful time, running and kicking the ball. Soon the girls tired of this and Grandma
suggested they go over to the playground. Avadnia had to ask her daddy's permission. The little bunny that Freya was
holding was forgotten, left in the grass near the soccer balls. The three went over to the playground.
After a while, it became clear
that the wind was carrying the smell of rain. They went back to the soccer field, and Freya Soledad and Grandma walked
the distance back to the truck. The wind was picking up mightily
and it was getting dark. Suddenly Grandma said: "oh, oh, I think we forgot to take the bunny". Freya was very sad. She
would like to go back to find the bunny. But Grandma thought it would be better to wait until the morning, and then return
to the park. They walked on. The clouds were purple now, and there were pink patches where the setting sun left a glow. They
were walking facing into the wind. When they reached the car, Grandma said to Freya. "Here is what we will do. We will
drive over to the playground, and take the flash light and go and look for the bunny on the soccer field." So that is what they did. On
the way to the soccer field though, the wind really picked up. Some dust was blowing right in their faces, and Grandma
thought that Freya was a very strong and big girl to not complain. Freya was making an effort to go and find the bunny, and
she was not complaining about the oncoming storm. When they had almost reached the grassy field, Freya called out, "I see
the bunny". "Well", Grandma said, and she was cold and tired now, "I don't see the bunny at all. I am not sure if
he was found by one of the soccer players or even by Avadnia". Freya looked hopeful at this prospect. At least he would be
with someone she knew, a little friend who might possibly give him back one day. Grandma looked over to the area
where they had been playing. She saw two white spots. She walked up to the first one, and shined her light, and it was a dried
up leaf, an oak leaf. Grandma walked up to the second white spot, and she became very excited. "I think I see the bunny"! Freya started to run to the spot
where the light was shining. There in the grass lay the bunny, face down. "Bunny", Freya said happily,
and picked him up. Then they both started back to the truck. Now the wind was very strong. They were propelled along from
behind by the strong wind. Dust was spinning up from the desert floor, and swirling around them. Still, no rain came down.
There was no crashing thunder. There was just distant lightning. They had weathered the advancing storm, found the bunny,
and now they drove home. Freya and Grandma had a real adventure. ~~~ a true story retold by Grandma
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