APB: Bunny has fled the coop
When I was born, my dad’s mother’s sister [shutup] gave me a teddy bear. That bear was in my crib days before I was born, and watched me grow from a chubby infant to a less-chubby young woman. These days, Teddy lives in my mom’s house, a worn and well-loved reminder of her first child’s childhood. When I come home to visit, Teddy and I sleep together, and I love how he has somehow retained the smell of our first house in Portland.
I wanted Daschel to have his bunny for years as well. I wanted to hold on to it, and bring it out when his first serious girlfriend needed a not-so-subtle reminder of how un-cool he could be. I assumed that Bunny would always be around, and have only seriously considered any other possibility in those few and fleeting moments when Bunny gets stuck between the washer and dryer, or lost under the bed for a couple hours.
We are now going on day three of no Bunny. Against my better judgement, I let Dash carry him outside to play one evening this weekend; partially because he was being so cute, partially because it was getting late, and I thought maybe he’d crawl up on my lap and fall asleep. The next morning, we all woke up to the sound of Dash walking around the house, confused. He crawled in bed with us and the first thing out of his mouth was, “Where’s Bunny?”
We searched, to no avail. We’ve called friends, stopped by people’s houses, looked in trash cans and playground hiding spots. I’ve looked all over the house. There is no Bunny here.
If you live in Mannheim Germany, even if you hate me, please tell me if you’ve seen the bunny.
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