Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!
Following the road around the Butler bins Sam, Monkey and I walked a short distance when Sam stopped in front of one of the extra corn combines, “There is your Green Corn Eating Dragon, Boomer” he said as he walked up to the combine and jumped up into the wheel well of one of the big tires.
Huh—Corn? Green? Shish! I felt like a fool. I know what combines are for, heck I even guard the combines over behind the barn, I guess I just never thought about a combine as a dragon.
“Ruth, must think combines are like dragons” Monkey exclaimed as she hopped onto the wooden panels blocking the weather from the combine.
If she thinks the combine is a dragon –”
“—She must think the roller is a metal tub” I finished as I started sniffing around the roller. (Dad has farm equipment every which where-I knew where he kept the roller—the roller is to smash down the clods after he plows—over here, I just never thought about checking the roller for the rabbits.
Sniff, sniff…”There you are! I’ve been missing you, why did you move over here, you are missing out on all the free corn Mom throws out every morning!” I exclaimed, as the bunnies started hopping out of the roller.
Bea, the Momma Bunny looked at me with her solemn big eyes and very fast moving nose—“Safety.” She answered. Our home was just not safe anymore…the fox can dig, the coyotes can dig and the owl waits until we hop about searching for seeds and grass, then she swoops down and tries to gab one of us. I decided it was time to find something safer. When I came upon this round tube I knew nothing could dig us up, or gab us as we came out to get food and water. All we have to do is stay close under all this green equipment.”
“Yay!” Sammy, Monkey, and I cheered! “We found the rabbits and they are safe!” We high-fived each other.
“I’m glad you are safe, Rabbits. Very glad!” I touched my nose to the tip of Bea’s nose. “I’m very glad you are safe.”
With that Sam, Monkey, and I headed into the house, the rabbits hopped briskly into the roller; out on the land we could hear the yipping of the coyote’s way over on Coyote Hill and the yowl of fox on the wind. High on top of the largest Butler Bin, Ruth sang us a plaintive song about the loss of a lovely rabbit dinner.
In the east a big silver moon was rising promising a beautiful night. “Let’s head on in, cats, and see what’s for our supper. Good night, Rabbits. Good Night, Ruth, Thanks for telling us where the rabbits are.”
With that we headed in to house to our food bowls and warm spots by the wood stove.
A very satisfied beagle,