The moment I woke up to life I was cuddling a soft brown bunny. And I was thinking. If I say I found it. The gate could have been open. Then I can keep it.

I left the gate around the side of the house open. I had already considered the trouble I could get in for opening a gate next door. Proof there. See, the gate os open.

Finders keepers. It’s the ultimate authority. I just found it.

I could feel the weight of authority. My sister had enforced this law and applied it with my things alot. so I know it was a good working device I could operate to claim a bunny.

I adjusted the world and had my very own furry bunny. I could have named my wonderful new dream come true America! But something bothers me. I also knew about telling the truth. I wondered if I was telling the truth. That was something else I kew was important. But I didn’t know how telling the truth works. And does it matter if I tell it or not if no one else knows?

So I would test it, I guess. I want this bunny so bad. I want it to keep being. For that I have to find it.

It had to be loose out the gate that I didn’t open. I couldn’t have opened the gate and found the bunny in a hutch that I unlatched to take it out.

Id never unlatched anything before. I remember thinking as soon as I found myself unlatching if I would get in trouble for that. But it didn’t matter cuz the bunny was just looking at me with big eys between it’s ears and I knew it was a bunny from the pictures. It didn’t run away. That’s how I knew it was as good as mine. I had to hold it. I would just say it was already unlatched.

And left open.

That the door was ajar.

That the bunny was on the ground.

Outside the gate left open. By someone else.

Im holding the rabbit.

I don’t like the way I start to feel.

I turn around with the bunny all droopy. It falls out of my grasp. It hops a few hops away.

Oh no! Need somewhere to keep my bunny from hopping away.

I head towards it lean down and try to snatch it up. But it pours out of my grasp like hopping water.

I get all the way down hold it from hopping. Put both arms around it and hold the bottom so it doesn’t flow out.

I hug it tighter and lift it up again. Now I have a bunny again.

It’s mine.

I caught it. it was escaping.

Someone did indeed let it out then it was running away.

I caught it.

So now I am telling the truth!

Yay!

But the truth bothers me. So I remember the day.