Hey guys! Sorry for no post last week – all the posts for the weeks before that were scheduled (and tbh that’s probably the only reason posts from me actually appeared in your dratted Reader).
I have a fun photostory for you today, featuring Tessa and Morgan (and Emily!), who you guys said you wanted to see more of on my poll. Now, without further ado . . . onto the photostory!
“Mmm, delicious,” I say aloud and I pick a ripe pea from a branch in our garden. The early September sun beats down on my back, reminding me of the great weather we’re having. My sisters swear that snow is just around the corner, though.
The leaves rustle and I turn my head to see Morgan and Emily approaching. They’re both sporting big smiles – which is unusual for Emily, the quietest of all the girls.
“Hey Tessa! What’s up?” Morgan asks with a wave.
“Nothin’ much,” I reply. “You?”
“Actually, Emily and I have something we’d like to show you. Come on, follow us!”
I stand up, curious to see what Morgan is so excited about.
We follow Emily out of the gate and turn the corner.
Morgan stops and stands beside a blue cage. “And . . . here we are.”
“Surprise!” Emily cries. “Open it, Tessa.”
Knowing these two sisters’ personalities, there’s probably not something like a snake or tarantula inside the cage, so I grab the handle and pull it open.
“Oh. My. Goodness!”
Inside the cage is the sweetest, most adorable bunny I’ve ever seen. He’s fluffy and white with big brown eyes and a twitchy pink nose.
“Aww!” I cry. “He’s precious!”
“And he’s all yours,” Morgan informs me. “You know, since you’re not really a dog person. Well, yet, anyway.”
“Go on, pick him up,” Emily urges.
I ben down and try to scoop the bunny out of his cage. That’s not exactly what happens.
The bunny hops out of his cage and sniffs the air eagerly.
“Noooooo!” Emily shrieks, which is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard her make.
“GET THAT BUNNY!”
The fluffy white creature jumps over the ledge bordering our garden. He’s faster than I thought!
“You get back here, mister!” Emily commands. The bunny, not having a full command of the English language (or even partial command), makes no move to listen to her.
“Don’t scare him!” Morgan says. “Or we’ll never get him back!”
The little bunny continues his journey across our front yard. He hops off the sidewalk and into the street. I gasp. There’s a car coming from a block away!
“We can’t let him get into the street!” I cry. “Come on guys, help me!”
All of a sudden, Emily jumps in front of the bunny.
“That’s enough of that, young man,” Emily says softly, scooping up the rabbit. “Now, back to your cage.”
Emily carries the litle lagomorph to his hutch and sets him inside carefully.
“Phew!” I breathe. “That was a close one.”
“No kidding,” Morgan agrees, plopping down onto the grass. She’s panting hard and her hair is a mess.
“So what’s his name?” I ask. “A cute little guy like this needs a good name.”
“Whatever you want,” Emily tells me. “He’s all yours, anyway.”
Suddenly, the perfect name pops into my head. “I have it!”
“Guys, this is . . .”
“Mischief.”
-End of photostory-
Ta-da! There you are. Tessa now has a pet. Fun fact – I actually picked Mischief out in Dallas at the AG store, but I haven’t gotten the chance to actually put him in a phostory since then.
Catch you guys next week!
What do you think of Mischief? What’s your favorite AG pet? Do you like bunnies?
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