Mary, a glove bunny, was made to celebrate the year of the rabbit. Mary has a basket of carrots fresh from the growers market. I have named her Mary after our local mountain peak. The first bunny I owned was stuffed and I kept it in a cage in my bedroom. My two sisters would insist I feed it raw carrots and during the night the bunny would eat the carrots gone. I wish I could remember her name. The second bunny I owned was named Shasta. My family had just visited my grandparents for the first time in Northern California, Yreka. We flew into Medford, Oregon from Pennsylvania and I experienced the great mountain of Shasta in her beauty and grandeur from Interstate 5. Even in the middle of summer she still had a layer of snow on her top. When we got home from the trip I got a live bunny with a white hump on her back and I named her Shasta. She was beautiful but she always ran away while I was at school and I would spend the afternoons looking for her.
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