Barry swept his hand around the   
room where he kept the overnighters.   
The camera also gave us a look around, 
and most of the cages were empty, but I
did see a couple kittens and a dog.    
     “I’m biased of course, but if I   
may, I’d like to ask your viewers to   
put themselves in the place of this    
bunny,” he said, and the camera zoomed 
in on the little bunny again.          
     “Imagine being tied inside a bur- 
lap sack, falling, and then sinking to 
the bottom of a river. You fight and   
struggle, but finally, you’re too tired
to fight any more, and your lungs are  
screaming for air.                     
     “You’ve got no choice but to take 
that final, fatal breath.              
     “Now, you might not appreciate    
being  saved, but this bunny sure does,
* and I happen to agree with him,” he      
said; and as if on cue, the bunny      
twitched its nose, squirmed around     
until he was comfortable again and     
actually yawned, before going back     
to sleep.                              
     A commercial came on, and Beth    
turned the TV off.                     
     “Well, it looks like we’ve got    
someone on our side anyway,” she said, 
and then laughed, “besides the bunnies 
of course.”                            
     “I should go over and thank him   
for that. What time does he open up?”  
     “You ain’t going nowhere near that
place, hound dog, until Sunday. You    
know how the press is, and besides, our
job is here, getting ready for the Big 
Bunny Move.”                           
     That’s when we were scheduled to  
go over to Barry’s and pick up the     
sixth bunny.                           



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