January 31, 2000
This story was written by Rosemary Frampton, from Gravenhurst, Ontario. Rosemary grew up in Markam, Ontario, and because of a serious illness, she was only able to attend school as far as Grade 6. She has spent most of her life in "caregiving" and has worked with the developmentally-delayed, the elderly, as well as children. Rosemary proudly admits that she started "caregiving" at the age of 13. She worked after school and on weekends. She is now working on the Challenger series of books by Laubach.
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Snowball was my pet rabbit. We had moved and we didn't want to leave her behind because we knew she was pregnant.
A friend of mine wanted to pick her up and I said "No" I knew she would bite him and she did too! We got into the car and I had her on my lab and she was fine. We got to the place where we were going and we got settled.
On an Easter weekend I went in and called mom "I'm missing Snowball. She usually comes." She said "Check Corbetts Farm". So I went to Mr. Corbett and asked "Was there a white rabbit brought in?"
He said "No, but you can look." So I did I went right over where the white rabbit was and said.
"Snowball heres Mommy"
She came forward with the three babies and I went to Mr. Corbett and I told him and he said "No, I am sorry. That isn't yours."
Then I went home and I mentioned it to my Mom.
Mom said that I would have to make the best of it. She was sorry that it turned out that way.