Tues. June 28th
BITTEN
Bonjour Grann,
I awoke from an after-lunch nap to Bijou barking in front of Marvella. I didn't want to get up. But Bijou's barking continued, the spell had been broken; my nap was over.
The black-eared, white rabbit, from a week ago was running in circles, and Bijou was on the rabbit's tail, energetic, playful, and prancing as much as the rabbit was hopping, dodging, and leaping.
I darted into the haphazard hubbub, but with a little more determination than Bijou. I moved in the opposite direction as Bijou, and as the rabbit turned from me, and eyed down Bijou, a frightening, black as night, four-legged, potentially lethal Labrador, I scooped in and grabbed the rabbit from behind.
And the frightened, frenzied furball bit me!
The rabbit jumped from my hands and got away; three times if you count twice from Bijou and once from me. You don't have to worry, Grann; I washed the wound and used some ointment from a first aid cabinet. I won't try to catch the rabbit again; besides how will I care for it when winter arrives?
