All the bunnies were gone.        
     I turned to run screaming out of  
the house but banged right into Beth   
instead.                               
     I screamed anyway.                
     She shushed me and said, “They’re 
out in the barn. It’s been two hours   
and nothing’s happened.”               
     She gave me a smile that was so   
crooked and so confident, it irked me a
little, and I almost ran out of there  
to find even the smallest thing wrong  
with the smallest thing.               
     It’s one of the very few things   
that I’m really good at, but this time 
I couldn’t find a thing to criticize.  
Of course, it was in Beth’s favor that 
all of them were sleeping together in  
that clover patch. It was the cutest   
thing I’d ever seen, and Beth thought  
* so too.                                  
     After that, I found Beth waiting  
in the car, and she was still smiling. 
     “Told you. Now come on, let’s go  
get Grunt.”                            
     “Grunt?” I asked and got in on the
shotgun side.                          
     “He’s small now, but he’ll be the 
one doing the heavy lifting later.     
You’ll see,” she said, smiling like it 
was a matter of fact already.          
     After we got back, Beth fed him,  
and he went right in and cuddled up    
with the others in the clover patch.   
Our smallest pig, Arnold, woke up,     
looked around, snorkeled once, licked  
the  newcomer a couple times, and then 
went right back to sleep.              
     That bunny was the smallest of the
bunch, but he even looked smaller next 
to the pigs.                           



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