Monkey See, Monkey Do
“That’s gross!” Norman slammed his laptop shut.
“It’s only a rabbit eating a strawberry,” his friend laughed.
“But it looks like it’s eating blood.”
“That’s why it’s so funny.”
After his friend had gone, Norman studied his rabbit. She looked different. The pink eyes seemed menacing. All evening she watched him. When his mother kissed him goodnight, he asked her to cover up the cage.
Each day the rabbit looked at him. Norman stayed out of his room whenever he could.
Finally, he grabbed a raw steak from the fridge and threw it in the cage.
She ate it greedily.
A Glimmer of Hope
Jill knelt in front of Norman and he shifted his eyes slightly. He would not look directly at his mother. If she tried to hug him, he would scream like hell’s tormented souls. Even now, it was an icicle piercing her heart.
The box next to her rocked gently. Talking in a calm, quiet voice, Jill lifted out the small bundle of fur and placed the tiny rabbit on Norman’s lap. His eyes flickered but carried on their distant vigil. Jill held her breath. Her son’s hand twitched and then began stroking the rabbit. The icicle in her heart evaporated.
Grandma Loves Cooking
I love visiting Grandma. We must fly to get there and that’s fun. She has goats, chickens, and rabbits. I especially love the rabbits. One is my favourite, she is grey and white with brown starbursts. She is my bunny. I couldn’t find her today. Mummy says she has gone on her holiday and she gives Grandma a funny look.
“Norman, sit. Eat,” Grandma says in her funny accent.
I ask her what meat it is, because pork tastes like old socks. She says it’s chicken and makes a funny clucking noise. I ask her why it has four legs.