It Looked More Like a Pyramid
Most mornings, I let the twins sleep in. I suppose I could go in and wake them when I get Zoë and Zane up for school. (Starting tomorrow that will be Zoë, Zane and Zia.) But then, what would be the fun in that. I mean, left to their own devices, the unsupervised moments just after rising provides a most interesting period of creative expression.
Upon hearing my little raccoons awake, I ventured upstairs and tentatively opened the door in anticipation of what I might find.
Zella, sitting on her bed, proudly announced, “It’s a castle!” pointing to the mound of fluff she had been meticulously arranging.
“Where did all that stuffing come from?” I asked attempting to follow the fluff trail to ascertain it’s origin.
It didn’t take me long to find it, a little rabbit, fluff free lying in a clump on the floor between their beds. “Guys, what happened to little bunny?”
“He’s dead,” Zander flatly stated.
And surely he was.
Haha – cute and funny
And hey, at least that ones easy to clean up! :-0
Just don’t give them a real one as a pet
Give it 6 or 7 years and they’ll pull the same stunt but it will be entrails instead of fluff…
Raccoons, indeed. Can’t remember if you have any “real” pets. Better watch them closely, if you do!
RIP bunny. Rich stuff though. I guess the whole twins thing, while presenting unique challenges also provided unique classic moments.
Grisly!
That’s pretty deep stuff for a kid- and slightly disturbing (for the rabbit).
Yes, do not give them a real one. At least no one was pregnant