Little Rabbits and Garden Fountains Are a Bad Mix
I know that rabbits are generally friendly little critters, but if you’ve ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or Wallace and Grommit, you’ll understand that they can be quite scary. First, you must know that I am, first and foremost, a coward. I got scared during National Treasure. I’m like my cat, who’s terrified of vacuum cleaners. So you get the idea. I probably shouldn’t have been reading a scary book next to a garden fountain.
By “scary book” I mean Harry Potter. Yeah, I told you I’m a wuss. But to give myself credit, it was the part when Voldemort’s snake jumped out of that possessed woman. (Sorry to be a spoilsport, but you’ve had plenty of time to read it). Pretty creepy stuff.
So let me set the scene. I’m sitting with my book in this hidden garden on campus, leaning against this really cool garden fountain. There’s even a little ceramic gnome under it, fitting in with the Harry Potter motif. I have my textbooks stacked to the right, which I kept swearing I’d get to after the next chapter – but really, who’d rather read O-chem over J.K. Rowling?
I’m already spooked as it is, and then suddenly, this brown rabbit appears out of nowhere! And it’s not an ordinary, skittish rabbit that freaks out and runs away, oh no. I think people must feed it or something. I’m sitting there and then I realize something’s watching me – you know that creepy feeling you get when some old man’s staring at you and talking to himself on the bus? This rabbit was just like that, staring at me. I saw it and jumped – so did the evil critter – and the next thing I knew I was fishing my book out of the garden fountain. Sucks, right?
So I took it out, which was pretty gross because obviously no one took care of the water and there was algae growing in it by this time. The pages were soaked, but I had to keep reading. So I pulled apart the soggy pages, found my place, and read on. I just couldn’t put it down. I wanted to finish the book before the pages dried and stuck together, but it was time for class. By night the pages were all stuck together, and the text would come off when I pulled them apart, so I had to get a new book. I gave the old one to my little brother.