WELL.

i've been instructed to write concerning the following topic:

"SAVING THE RABBITS"

when i was a wee young'un, we had a pet rabbit. I was in something like kindergarten or 1st grade when we got him, and being 2 1/2 years older than adam and 4 years older than caryn, i got to name him. we didn't have cable at the time, and old school tv shows were still around and we had taped a bunch of episodes of "Flipper the Dolphin" that i watched frequently. So i therefore dubbed our blue-gray netherland dwarf bunny rabbit "Flipper." Adam was dead-set on naming him "Spike" so i appeased him by allowing that to be the middle name. *snort* oh wait, flipper. ha. so yeah, but after awhile we discovered that the rabbit thumped his hind feet when he was angry (or maybe scared) so we changed from Spike to Thumper (Bambi eat your heart out).

Well, moving along...Until the age of 9, we lived on a winding dead-end street in the old part of carmel. E. 109th Street came directly off a busy road (Rangeline) and i'm pretty sure we were the only kids who lived on the street for a good period of time. I didn't grow up with neighborhood kids to play with, just my brother and sister, who drove me nuts. So I spent a lot of time on my child-pet relationship with flipper. WELL. (here comes the good stuff). I can remember putting my good sunday school teaching to use and while listening to amy grant on the screened-in porch one day with flipper, i told him about how Jesus came and died on the cross for HIS SINS. i think i went on for a good half hour. i wasn't sure if animals went to heaven or not (if flipper wasnt there, though, God sure was going to get a piece of my mind) and i wasn't sure how it would work if they did, but i wanted all of flipper's bases covered.

so that's how flipper the rabbit heard about Jesus. I stopped just short of baptising him (never occurred to me to do that).

next time someone wants to "save the whales" you can picture something else in your mind, eh.