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Belinda Says Hay: “The Story of the Magic Rabbit”

Belinda Says Hay spokesrabbit blog, March 16, 2025. "The Story of the Magic Rabbit"

Hello. It's Belinda.

I hope your first week of Daylight Spending Time is going well. 

As for me, I'm eating nonstop. I'm chewing a big "hank" of hay right now as a matter of fact.

Speaking of eating I have exciting news. The St. Patrick's Day specials are back. 

That's right. Today's your lucky day if you want great deals on Heavenly Green Crunch Herbal Blend, Habitat Hideout Castles and Dandelion Forage Trays.

There's even a St. Patty’s Day Bundle featuring Ultra Soft Hay, an Herbal Forage Tray, a Tiny Paws Sea Grass Chain and Cilantro Pear Healthy Snackers.

If that doesn't tempt someone's whiskers I don't know what will.

See all the deals here. 

The sale ends soon so don't wait. Somebody in your house wants cilantro pear snackers. I know I do.

OK now I have something a little different for you.

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I thought I would tell you a story about a little "trickster" who pulled a fast one here at home.

This happened before I moved in. I heard about it on the "rabbit grapevine."

Here's the story:

Once upon a time, there was a woman who lived in a house full of rabbits. 

One day, she noticed a little black rabbit "roaming" around the neighborhood. The rabbit was walking near the edge of a yard, close to the street.

“That’s not safe at all,” said the woman. “I need to take you indoors.”

She somehow managed to scoop up the stray.

Next thing you know, the rabbit was set up in an exercise pen in the spare room, just off the kitchen. She had a big bowl of water, a fresh litter box, a hidey castle and a pile of second cut timothy hay.

“I’m going to call you Joan," said the woman.

I don’t know why she called the rabbit Joan.
In fact, I just made that part up.
But I needed it for the story.

Joan settled in nicely while the woman went door to door in the neighborhood, trying to find her family.

One day passed. Then two.

And then, early one afternoon, it happened.

The woman walked into the spare room to give Joan some fresh water. When she entered the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The exercise pen was open. And Joan was not in the pen.

In fact, Joan was nowhere in sight.

"Joan!" called the woman.

Which didn't work. Because a rabbit "on the lam" doesn't respond to made-up names.

"Joan! Come out, you little imp!"

That didn't work either.

She wasn’t in the spare room.
She wasn’t in the kitchen.
She wasn’t in the dining room.
She wasn’t in the living room.

“Rabbits don't vanish into thin air," said the woman. 

She was talking to herself. Not to Joan.

The woman stood at the bottom of the steps to the bedroom level, looking up. There was a gate at the top of the stairs.

“There’s no way on earth a little stray rabbit climbed the stairs and jumped over that gate,” said the woman.

Nonetheless, she walked up to the bedroom level and looked everywhere.
Looked under the bed.
Looked under the dresser.
She went into the second bedroom, even though that door is always closed.
"No rabbits allowed."

Joan was nowhere on the bedroom level.

“This is a real pickle,” said the woman.

She closed the gate at the top of the steps and walked back down to the living room.

She turned the corner into the kitchen and what do you know.

The stray rabbit was sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Without a care in the world.

"What on earth!" said the woman.

She stood and put her hands on her hips.

Joan's ears twitched. She knew she was an imp and she didn't care.

A minute later, she was back in the "guest pen."

The woman attached a bunch of clips to the pen to keep it closed. She also spread a sheet over top and attached it with more clips.

"Now you can't escape," she said to Joan.

The stray rabbit ignored her. She picked through her hay for a few seconds, then flopped onto her side with her eyes closed.

That's the story about the trickster rabbit.

You're probably wondering where she had been hiding.

To this day nobody knows.

"It's a mystery."

Sincerely,

Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Inventor of the First Chew holiday
Word for 2025: "Ask"
Belinda@smallpetselect.com

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