Trapped as a kitten, he was brought up in a pen at the back
of a house. He had food and water aplenty but it was the freedom and exercise
that he craved. He grew as rabbits should but started to find his quarters a
little cramped. His keepers visited him less and less then suddenly not at all.
Then one cold day, just as he was beginning to freeze to death, a tall kind
stranger picked up and took him into the warm. This new pen was huge. It was
open and many rooms to explore. There was a room with a basket full of hay at
the top of some steps, while downstairs there was a roaring fire and a dish full
of nibbles. He would often sit in the middle of this room nibbling fresh
carrots while the kind stranger stroked him gently. The stranger would often
pick him up and let him explore the garden. He once jumped through a hole in
the hedgerow but then realised that he would miss the food and attention that
the stranger gave him and allowed the stranger to pick him up and return him to
the house.
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