The best place is your place
|By OPAL "GRANDMA" HABISCH|
Some rabbits are just like some people they always want what they don't have.
I am a jack rabbit named Jack and I live in a big city. There aren't very many other rabbits who live here. This is probably because there are not many places for a rabbit to be in the city, as there are very few trees or grassy areas here.
I have talked to rabbits that live in the country, where there are lots of other rabbits and lots of trees. Boy, that sure sounds nice. Sometimes, I wish I could go to live in the country.
In the city, I live with a nice family including a little boy named Joe, who takes care of me. I stay in the house most of the time and Joe likes to play with me.
It was Joe's grandmother's birthday and the family was going to visit her for the weekend. She lives on a farm about two hours away from the city. Joe decided to take me with him, as he couldn't leave me at home all alone. I was so excited finally, I would get to be in the country.
I slept in the car on the ride to grandmother's. When we got there, Joe carried me to the barn and set me down on the floor. I looked around me and. . .
"Yikes! What in the world is that?" I cried as I ran for safety under a car.
"Oh, Jack," Joe said as he pulled me out and picked me up again, "You don't have to be afraid. Those are just pigs.
"Let's go out in the woods. I will show you where the other rabbits live," Joe said.
We sat down under some big trees in the woods. It was nice and quiet and cool.
"I think I will like it here," I thought,
Maybe I will just take a little nap." Just then, something moved and I leapt back into Joe's arms.
"Oh Jack, that's just a chipmunk," Joe said.
"I thought you wanted to visit the country."
Well, I didn't know there were so many strange animals and sounds and smells in the country. Maybe this place isn't so great after all.
Joe brought me into the house for the birthday party and I waited while he ate his dinner. I was very tired, but there were so many people in the house and everybody wanted to hold me.
Joe could see that I was tired and he said, "Jack, maybe you would like to take a nap. I will put you outside again for awhile."
"Oh no," I thought, "don't leave me outside with those strange animals." I clung to Joe and wouldn't let go.
So Joe brought me back inside and put me in a box in the basement for my nap. I sure missed my cozy bed at home where I could relax and not have to worry about strange animals and noises.
The whole time we were visiting the farm, I never even saw another rabbit. Joe said that was because the other rabbits are wild, not tame like I am. He said that I am tame because I live with a family that plays with me. The rabbits in the woods never see people and they certainly never play together.
On Sunday, we got ready to go home. I was one happy rabbit to be going back to my own yard, with my own toys and my own bed.
I guess there are many different kinds of homes and your own home is usually the very best one for you.
Boys and girls, I know that sometimes you may think that you would like to be someplace else, or that another home would be better than where you live now. But, remember this story about my visit to the country, where I learned that the best place is your place - there's no place like home.
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