George . . . Not Mueller

Ni hao! Or Nin hao if you are of the more formal population.

I am still reading the Mortification of Sin, hence the inability to write a review. Instead, I thought I would share a "funny" with you. Last Friday (Good Friday) my Dad was off work, and we had no school, so our whole family went to town to eat and do whatever else came into our heads that didn't include murder, and or robbery. We ended up at the mall's pet-shop (dangerous place to be). We looked around, gawked, oohed and ahead at the very expensive puppies, but came to the rabbit display. We held one, but quickly put it back because, quite honestly, he was bizarre and spastic. Then my Dad spots a small, but VERY fat on with floppy ears. We held him for a few minutes, and left the pet-store being his parents. We began the day calling him Clive after C.S. Lewis, but decided it just didn't fit, so now he is none other than George--named after George Mueller of course! Trust me, he looks like a George. All of that is not the funny part. He is also very fond of nibbling--borderline biting--fingers, available toes, and anything else he can fit his mouth on. Yesterday I suggested to Wise, my seven year old brother, that he should see if George would kiss him on the cheek. Surprisingly, he to my suggestion. I forgot about it until he screamed at the top of his lungs. Dear George bit his cheek. He had two little marks on his face (the size of George's teethe) that immediately began to swell and turned a ghastly shade of white . . . then purple. Is that crazy, or what!? Rabbits don't bite cheeks! Okay, Confucius says: don't allow your rabbit the freedom to be that close to your face. Hopefully George is just teething, like all babies must do, and will grow out of it. If not . . . well . . . I'm not sure what we will do.