... was what my father yelled when he walked into the house while taking a break from mowing the lawn. "There's a baby rabbit that just won't get out of the way of the lawn mower."
I ran out the door to see this rabbit he was talking about. It stood still next to a big hole in the ground on the side of our neighbor's house. It made me think it was a baby too because of its small size and the way it was sitting sprawled on the ground. For some reason, it had a leaf covering its face and it wouldn't move.
"It thinks it's a ninja," said my father.
My father put on gardening gloves and placed the rabbit in the cage. The rabbit didn't move nor blink.
"Put it somewhere safe, but not in the house. I'm going to finish mowing the lawn."
I put the rabbit on the front porch and went back into the house to share the news of the rabbit in a cage on our porch with my mother and sister. I went back out to take a picture of the rabbit.
Then my father had this idea that its mother left it (for good) and that it would need our help (somehow). I told him it should be put back where it was. He insisted that it was going to be killed by the local raccoons and didn't want to leave it alone. We didn't know what to do with it later. I called the local animal service groups but they were all closed, so I went to the one place that wouldn't disappoint me-- the Internet.
We ended up putting the rabbit back where we found it after the lawn was mowed.
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