"Somebun strange is in the house and it is not a Spot"
Sometimes her family would disappear, she knew not where, she never saw or smelled them again. She got out, it felt good to not have her feet on wire, she hid, she looked for food and ate a bit of a bush, some fallen leaves. There was no water. No one looked for her except the neighborhood cats.
"Knock, knock is anybunny there?"
Someone offered her something fresh and tender and green, she came and ate and was caught, held close, but gently. Food and water came, she was put inside a little fence. She didn't try to get out, not here, too tired and somehow not worried.
She said her name was Amelia and somehow, she wasn't sure how, she was always called this name. Safe and sound for a few days. She had to go, to a scarier place. She was promised things would get better after that was over.
Waking up drowsy, her belly hurt, but she remembered the promise. Sooner rather than later her carrier was moved and jiggled in a loud warm place. She felt better being on the move and bunched up her towel to celebrate and cleaned her face, just in case.
Not for the stew pot.
The next day she felt good and then great. She binked and ran, ate stretched, napped and asked to petted and got that. What would be next for the little rabbit who would not be eaten?