CHAPTER 177 – Make This Place Your Home
The stray bunny stared at Dad through the holes in the carrier as they drove home. Dad looked over and reassured him, “Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine. I promise!” Just then, the song Home by Phillip Phillips played on the car stereo:
Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble - it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
Dad thought the lyrics seemed appropriate for the situation as they rode home together.
“Welcome to the House of Buns!” said Dad to the little Dutch/Lionhead in the carrier, “You’ll have to wait a few minutes while I get your room ready. I wasn’t expecting a guest today.”
The bunny watched through the bars of the carrier as Dad quickly set up a space for him. Fortunately, with all his rabbit activities, Dad had everything he needed to set up a guest space for a rabbit. “OK, let’s see how you do in this area. If you’re pretty neat, then I’ll let you free roam in the guest room,” explained Dad. Dad opened the carrier door.
The bunny limped out of the carrier and looked around. The carpeted floor was lined with soft green fleece. An ex-pen cordoned off about a third of the room for him to roam around in. There was a bowl of water, a dish of food, a litter box with some Small Pet Select Orchard Hay, and a towel. While he explored his new digs, Dad went off to prepare dinner for all the buns at the house.
A little while later, Dad reappeared with a green tray and asked, “Are you hungry? Would you like some dinner?” He set down a tray with some cilantro, dandelion leaves, lettuce, Italian parsley, kale, lacinato kale, a couple of pieces of fresh apple, a slice of banana, and half a grape.
The bunny wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Is this all for me?” he wondered. Then, unsure, he hopped over to the towel and sat down.
Dad laid down next to him and stroked his head. “Don’t worry little one. I’m sure you’ve been through a lot in the past couple of weeks, but you’re safe now. We’re going to take care of you. You are loved.” Dad gently lifted him over and set him in front of the tray. Apparently, the food was for him. He quickly began munching on the greens.
Dad texted a picture of him eating to Auntie Lauren. “There’s a new bun in town!” Auntie Lauren replied, “Awww. Cute! Does he have a name?” Dad replied back, “No, not yet. Any suggestions?” Auntie Lauren suggested, “How about Enzo?” Dad liked that name. It was Enzo Ferrari’s first name, so it was car-related. “I like it! Good suggestion!”
Dad looked at the bunny and asked, “How about I call you Enzo?” The bunny was pretty easygoing. He thought, “OK, sounds good to me!” and kept on munching.
That night, Enzo slept soundly. For the first time in weeks, he felt safe and comfortable. The bunny angels had guided him to the House of Buns. And this house was his new home.
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