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During Covid by Sherman Alexie In large numbers, the wild rabbits arrived in our neighborhood and have multiplied. I see one or two every time that I exit our home. Once, on a walk, my wife and I found a baby rabbit, incompetently hidden or abandoned or perhaps its mother had been taken by a serial- killer cat—every cat is a serial killer. There was nothing we could do for that baby. Animal rescue wouldn't come for one baby barely bigger than a thumb and we didn't have the time or expertise necessary to care for it. And, frankly, we didn't have enough compassion—some might call it codependence. There are dozens of wild rabbits in the neighborhood, maybe hundreds. One death wasn't a threat to any population. The next day, I walked by the place where we'd seen that baby. It was gone, taken away by something. I sighed. I said a little prayer for that poor thing and then went about the rest of my day. But, four years later, I still think about that baby. It remains a part of my life as a reminder of the many times when I've made cold decisions in this cold world— of the many times when each of us choose cruelty over kindness and curse instead of bless. Sherman Alexie
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
During Covid by Sherman Alexie
During Covid by Sherman Alexie In large numbers, the wild rabbits arrived in our neighborhood and have multiplied. I see one or two every time that I exit our home. Once, on a walk, my wife and I found a baby rabbit, incompetently hidden or abandoned or perhaps its mother had been taken by a serial- killer cat—every cat is a serial killer. There was nothing we could do for that baby. Animal rescue wouldn't come for one baby barely bigger than a thumb and we didn't have the time or expertise necessary to care for it. And, frankly, we didn't have enough compassion—some might call it codependence. There are dozens of wild rabbits in the neighborhood, maybe hundreds. One death wasn't a threat to any population. The next day, I walked by the place where we'd seen that baby. It was gone, taken away by something. I sighed. I said a little prayer for that poor thing and then went about the rest of my day. But, four years later, I still think about that baby. It remains a part of my life as a reminder of the many times when I've made cold decisions in this cold world— of the many times when each of us choose cruelty over kindness and curse instead of bless. Sherman Alexie
our rabbits cohabitate with us, beneath our deck; their offspring are always safe and well fed; nonetheless, si understand....
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14/M/all my life, an islander.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
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