The Christmas Bunny Page #3

Well, it's fractured all right.

You can see the tibia,

right there, just above the joint.

Now it looks like the BB fell

out on it's own, so that's good.

And it's still not eating.

No, we tried everything-appies, nuts, carrots.

And no stools or urine?

Well, you've got a few options...

Ah, we might want to talk on our own,

just the three of us.

O- kay.

Uhm, kids, I need you to go out

into the waiting room for just a minute.

Oh, brother.

What are you going to do, put it to sleep?

Absolutely not. We would never do that.

- Whatever...

- Go.

Julia, honey, you need to go with Billy

or you won't be able to ride

with the bunny on the way home.

I mean it.

Good job.

Basically, you've got three options.

We can try to splint it.

Now given where the bone is broken,

that's not going to be completely reliable.

Two:
we can go in and operate.

We'll basically go in and use pins

or a plate to hold the bones in place.

Now that is the best solution.

But that is also the most expensive.

And, ah, number three?

Well, it doesn't sound like

number three is a possibility.

No way. It would break her heart.

How much is the surgery?

Well, it generally runs between

eight hundred and a thousand dollars,

depending on what we find when we go in.

You've got to be kidding me, ah...

Now if we splint it,

you're looking at about five hundred.

- This is, this is crazy, honey.

- Scott...

No, it's insane.

I mean, it's out of the question.

Is there nothing else you can do?

Well, you can wait and see

if the bone mends on it's own.

But then you've still got

the problem of why it's not eating.

Now I will be honest with you,

we do not see a lot of rabbits in here.

They are actually considered an exotic pet.

But there is this woman

out on Conservation Road.

Now, I don't know her phone number.

In fact, I don't even know

if she's got a phone.

Her name is Betsy Ross, believe it or not.

But everybody just calls her

"The Bunny Lady".

Wait, does she have an old sign

in front of her place, just says "Rabbits"?

That's it.

You know her?

Remember, I told you about this,

her house was on Billy's school bus

route in elementary.

We stopped by there when he was

setting magazines for Cub Scouts?

Oh, right...

She practically ran us

off her property with a pitchfork.

I mean, she's, she's nuts.

Yeah, Betsy can be a little eccentric.

But, ah, she knows more about rabbits

than anybody I know.

If you really want to know

what's going on with this little guy,

you might want to talk to her.

5680 Conservation Road

Grandville, Michigan

Well, I, ah, I know it's probably more

since it's a holiday...

Nope, no. No charge. Not today.

My wife would kill me.

Merry Christmas.

Bless you. Thank you so much.

Thanks.

William Scott Cooper, put those down, now.

Julia, if you want to carry

the rabbit you need to let me know.

Julia.

Do you want to carry the rabbit?

Okay.

That's good enough for now.

Okay, guys, let's go.

Looks like Peter Cottontall

is coming home with us.

His name is Rumpie.

Come on, she's not going to bite.

That's what you think...

Come on, Julia.

I don't hear anything.

It's probably broken,

like everything else from the looks of it.

Don't want any!

Ah, ma'm, we're, ah,

were not setting anything.

Uhm, Dr. DeVos sent us,

we have a sick rabbit.

We'd like your advice, if you'd be so kind.

Mrs. Ross?

- This is pointless. Let's go.

- No...

Ross, we have a little girl out here

that's worried sick about her rabbit

and we'd just very much appreciate it...

Whaddya do to it?

Well, we, ah... we didn't do anything.

There was an accident

and it's leg was broken but, ah...

I thought you said you didn't do nothin'.

Look. It was,

the rabbit was running wild in the woods.

It got shot in the leg with a BB gun.

But it's not eating.

The doctor said that there was

something wrong with it's digestive system.

You shoot him?

No. This is Julia, our... daughter.

I'm Patti Cooper, this is my husband Scott,

and we'd just really like your help.

Got any money?

- Well, yeah, I guess, if that's what it's going..

- Not you.

- Her.

- Okay, now look here, Mrs. Ross, just...

How much you got?

That oughta cover it.

- So...

- Wait, just...

Hey! Mrs.Ross!

Mrs.Ross?

Oh, man, this broad is completely whacko.

- Mrs. Ross!

- Next Tuesday!

Tuesday?

You want us to come back next Tuesday?

Honey, that's like a week from now.

Well, what'll we do?

I don't know.

What do you think we should do, Julia?

I guess we're coming back on Tuesday.

...so, you want to make the angle sharp

enough that you get air,

but not so sharp that you fiip at the bottom.

But I like to fiip at the bottom...

The Rabbit sighed.

He thought it would be a long time

before this magic called real happened to him.

He longed to become real,

to know what it felt like...

...And yet the idea of becoming shabby and

losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad.

He wished that he could become it without

these uncomfortable things happening to him...

What's the matter, honey?

Are you thinking about Rumpie?

Well, it's only three more days.

School starts on Monday,

and the day after you we go back.

Come with me.

Upstairs.

I'm going to show you something.

Okay.

You see out there, past those trees?

That's where the Bunny Ladyliives.

So whenever you're worried about Rumpie,

you can look out there and

know that he's safe

and warm and he's waiting for you too.

Okay?

Honey, you have to put that down

to get your hand through the sieeve.

- alright, we all set, everyone?

- Yes.

Just make sure that her teacher knows

that she's taking the bus home.

I know, honey, I know...

Kay. Where's your interview?

The Foremost Center.

I looked up their stock.

It's up 15% in the last month.

- Oh, Scott...

- I know.

Okay, gang. Let's go conquer the world.

Bye.

All right, Julia.

This is your bus. Number 305.

Can you remember that?

It's 305.

And your Mom will be waiting for you

at your stop, so you just watch for her, okay?

alright, 305, let's go...

Hey!

I know you.

You're the little girl

that shot her rabbit.

What?

You're not the little girl or

you didn't shoot your rabbit?

I thought I told you to come back Tuesday.

Patience is a virtue, you know.

You're not much of a talker, are you?

alright. Come on.

He was all plugged up.

Somebody fed him a bunch of junk.

Candy, bread.

You?

Well somebody did.

Now, rabbits have to have hay every day,

otherwise they can't digest their food.

Did you know that?

No, I didn't think so.

My guess is you hardly know

anything about rabbits at all, do you?

Well, if you're going to have a pet,

you need to learn how to take care of it.

You ready to do that?

alright. If you learn,

I might let you have him back.

Now, where are your parents?

Do they know you're here?

I guess I gotta drive you home now, too.

Well, I hope you know

where youliive at least...

All right. Come on...

You may have put her on the bus,

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