Bunnies and fishes
Bunnies and fish may seem like odd animals to have in a story. They can’t live together. One lives on land in the other in the water. Today I actually have two separate stories that deal with bunnies and fish.
The fish came first. On Saturday, April 22, I was walking the dog. I thought I saw garbage in the ditch again—almost a daily occurrence. It bothers me enough that people nonchalantly throw garbage out their vehicle windows onto other people’s property but this day they outdid themselves.
At first I thought I saw the remnants of a paper grocery bag in the ditch ahead. As Sunny and I got closer our dog became very interested in what lay in the grass. I suddenly realized that I had been mistaken about seeing a bag. It took a different shape as I got closer.
When we got near enough I saw that it wasn’t a bag at all. It was the belly of a carp, a large dead carp. A second carp lay 10 feet beyond it. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Throwing garbage from a car window is one thing, throwing two dead carp out is quite another.
I pulled Sunny back so he wouldn’t go by the fish and hurried through the rest of our walk so I could get back to my husband about the sighting as soon as possible.
"Bob you’re not going to believe what I found in the ditch today,” I said.
Of course he had no idea what was out there. He expected the usual junk: bottles, paper, aluminum cans, and fast food garbage. It never even occurred to him that it would be not one but two carp.
Of course, those two big fish had to be moved before they could start stinking up the neighborhood. Bob got the tractor and loader and followed me out to the spot. He hoisted the carp into the loader and took them far down our farm lane.
For the life of me I couldn’t understand how somebody would catch two carp and then just toss them willy-nilly in the ditch. Why catch them in the first place? What a waste. To top it off, it was Earth Day and this aggravated me even more.
The carp story is now over. Now on to the bunny story.
Actually it’s an Easter story. Our family couldn’t get together on Easter because our daughter Rachel and her husband Dave were on a trip to Amsterdam. After their return we all met at their house to celebrate together, even if it was a week late. There was so much family news to share: the vacation, two new houses purchased, and a new business in the works.
That day there was a gaggle of grandchildren running through the house and around the yard. They had to be gathered and brought into the house so plastic eggs could be hidden around the yard. The little dickens tried to sneak a peek as to where all the eggs were going so we had to keep a watch on them.
Since the children ranged in age from 2 to almost 13-years-old eggs, were deposited from ground level to eye level.
Everyone was given a basket. Wyatt and Harrison were all excited but being the littlest they weren’t quite sure what they were supposed to do. The rest of the gang went rushing forward to grab as many eggs as possible.
To help the little guys in their effort to find some eggs they were taken into the backyard by themselves. There they found a few eggs and passed up some—all the antics were quite fun to watch and that’s all Bob and I did, watch.
Our day with family sped along too quickly. As usual I came home exhausted, but it was a good kind of tired.
I took Sunny for another walk today and guess what? No carp! Thank goodness.
Susan Manzke, Sunnybook Farm, N8646 Miller Rd, Seymour, WI 54165; firstname.lastname@example.org