The Great Bunny Adventure

Denise and I were driving home late Saturday night, the 13th. It was about 3:00 am and we had had a very busy day. For some reason we have become social butterflys, everyone wants us to come over. Needless to say it was late and we were very tired when it happened.

I turned the corner onto one of the main streets in our town and Denise suddenly spotted something in the road. As we got closer we could see that it was an animal. It was a white bunny, it had been hit by a car and it was still alive. This was the time for a quick decision, do we stop or do we drive on. Clearly we couldn't let the poor thing lay there in the road suffering, so I turned around at Denise's urging and stoped in the center turn lane. Every time a car would whosh by the poor little guy would lift it's head up. Denise immediately hopped out of the car and headed towards the injured animal.

This is where I became frightened. A car was barreling down towards us and all I could think of was that the car would either plow the poor bunny which would have terrorized Denise or the car would swerve to miss the bunny and hit Denise which would have killed me too. Fortunately the driver had enough room to miss them both and she quickly scooped up the injured animal and brought it to safetly.

Now we had a new problem: What do we do with the little guy? Neither of us are vets and we don't have enough money to take care of ourselves sometimes much less an injured animal. Upon closer inspection we realize that the animal has to be someone's pet, and it's injured but there is no open wounds, the bunny has one or more bones broken. So, Denise decides to knock on a few doors to see if she could find the owner, a very brave move in my book. Now, it's 3am and most people would be asleep but Denise sees that the closeest house does indeed have lights on so she heads to the front door while I pull into the driveway so some drunken fool doesn't hit my car. By the time I get there a woman has answered the door, so denise asks if the bunny belongs to her. Someone must have been looking out for us that night because the bunny did indeed belong to the woman and was named MaryAnn. Denise explained that we found her in the road and thought that she had been hit by a car. The woman asked if we had hit it, an odd question delivered with somewhat of an accusing tone, but I guess under the circumstances that it's forgivable. We told her that no we had not in fact hit it, so she thanked us (I believe, like I said it was late and we were tired) and told us that a friend of hers was in vet school. So we left.

We don't know what happened to little MaryAnn but we like to think that she's recouperating nicely. At the very least we know that if she did die it's a better fate than dying in the middle of the road at 3am. I hope we never have a situation like this agian, but I'm comforted by the fact that we did do the right thing.