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Little girls love bunny rabbits, as do little boys.  Out on the ranch, there was one bunny rabbit that was especially favored.  Everyone claimed it as theirs.  It was black as pitch when the other bunnies were salted brown.  It was sleek and small and enticingly elusive.  When all the other young bunnies had been captured, petted, and released the black bunny remained untouched by human hand.
My brothers and I spent many hours trying to capture it by working both together and alone.  We would stand around watching its' favorite haunts; we would stalk it, watch it, sneak around and use all our tactics developed over several long summers of bunny-catching.  Nothing seemed to work.  We started to give up trying to claim what no one could capture.  Then I had an idea.
On a bright day I went to the black bunny's favorite place: the horse corral.  With a box, stick, twine and grain I went against our favored methods of capture and set up a trap.  I waited.
Time passes slowly for a little child.  Sitting in the grass waiting for an unseen bunny rabbit pales in comparison to climbing trees and exploring the wilder areas of the ranch.  What were my brothers doing while I sat secretly in the corral?  I knew that if they knew where I was and what I was doing they would come along and scare the bunny away.  Besides, I wanted to see their surprised faces when I walked into the house victoriously with my black bunny.  Other bunnies came to the trap and ate some grain but I let them alone.  The waiting continued and I dozed in the sun in between glancing at the trap.
Then I saw it.  Half-hidden on the other side of the box, the black bunny crept cautiously into the open corral to the delicious grain.  Not daring even to whisper I pleaded, "Closer...closer....!"  When it sat in the direct middle of the small box I yanked the string and it crashed down.
Immediately the box began jumping around.  The bunny would escape!  I ran and sat on top of it to let the bunny calm down before letting it out.  It was curiously strong, but then it suddenly stopped.  I waited a moment then got off and carefully tilted the box.
When the box began to fall closed the bunny had tried to escape and had actually almost made it.  The box had fallen on its neck.
I had indeed captured the bunny.  It was as black close-up as it had seemed in the distance.  It was as soft as I had always thought it would be.  It was the eyes that were different.  They did not glisten and shine.
I picked it up by the hind feet and sent it the way of all dead bunnies- into the small creek.  It floated away, bobbing in the current.  I went to find my brothers and never told them why we never saw the black bunny I had captured.

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Little girls love bunny rabbits, as do little boys.  Out on the ranch, there was one bunny rabbit that was especially favored.  Everyone claimed it as theirs.  It was black as pitch when the other bunnies were salted brown.  It was sleek and small and enticingly elusive.  When all the other young bunnies had been captured, petted, and released the black bunny remained untouched by human hand.
My brothers and I spent many hours trying to capture it by working both together and alone.  We would stand around watching its' favorite haunts; we would stalk it, watch it, sneak around and use all our tactics developed over several long summers of bunny-catching.  Nothing seemed to work.  We started to give up trying to claim what no one could capture.  Then I had an idea.
On a bright day I went to the black bunny's favorite place: the horse corral.  With a box, stick, twine and grain I went against our favored methods of capture and set up a trap.  I waited.
Time passes slowly for a little child.  Sitting in the grass waiting for an unseen bunny rabbit pales in comparison to climbing trees and exploring the wilder areas of the ranch.  What were my brothers doing while I sat secretly in the corral?  I knew that if they knew where I was and what I was doing they would come along and scare the bunny away.  Besides, I wanted to see their surprised faces when I walked into the house victoriously with my black bunny.  Other bunnies came to the trap and ate some grain but I let them alone.  The waiting continued and I dozed in the sun in between glancing at the trap.
Then I saw it.  Half-hidden on the other side of the box, the black bunny crept cautiously into the open corral to the delicious grain.  Not daring even to whisper I pleaded, "Closer...closer....!"  When it sat in the direct middle of the small box I yanked the string and it crashed down.
Immediately the box began jumping around.  The bunny would escape!  I ran and sat on top of it to let the bunny calm down before letting it out.  It was curiously strong, but then it suddenly stopped.  I waited a moment then got off and carefully tilted the box.
When the box began to fall closed the bunny had tried to escape and had actually almost made it.  The box had fallen on its neck.
I had indeed captured the bunny.  It was as black close-up as it had seemed in the distance.  It was as soft as I had always thought it would be.  It was the eyes that were different.  They did not glisten and shine.
I picked it up by the hind feet and sent it the way of all dead bunnies- into the small creek.  It floated away, bobbing in the current.  I went to find my brothers and never told them why we never saw the black bunny I had captured.