All Things Supercinski

There once was a little bunny named Backyard Bunny. It lived in the backyard and neighboring yards and flower beds of a certain Old Mr. Supercinski. He was a wee little bunny, but he possessed amazing powers of speed, agility and squishiness (in squeezing under tiny holes in the fence that Old Mr. Supercinski continually tried to block, only to find a smaller hole that the bunny could squeeze through.)

Old Mr. Supercinski spent many evenings hunting the bunny by flashlight, many early mornings rummaging under melon leaves, and many a time chasing Backyard Bunny around and around the backyard. He researched making snares, considered purchasing a pellet gun, borrowed a rabbit trap from a friend, and prayed that the little bunny “would be delivered into his hands.”

Poor Backyard Bunny. All he wanted was to eat the fresh blossoms and leaves off the melon plants, green bean leaves and nibble on tomatoes!

One early Saturday morning, Backyard Bunny was chased around and around Old Mr. Supercinski’s garden and yard, but he noticed that Old Mr. Supercinski had much more vigor and pep, little did he know that he started working out again. Old Mr. Supercinski chased Backyard Bunny into the neighbor’s yard (they were out of town), with Old Mr. Supercinski jumping over the fence, back and forth at least three times. Backyard Bunny was frightened so he ran to his favorite hiding place, between two of the compost bins. Unfortunately, Old Mr. Supercinski called in backup, the ladies of the house in their pajamas. After another rousing chase around the yard, poor Backyard Bunny got caught in some bird netting around the tomatoes. There were no birds nearby to implore him to exert himself, so he was actually delivered into Old Mr. Supercinski’s hands, deposited into the trap, fed apple slices and pet by the children.

The Supercinskis loaded up their Backyard Bunny and deposited him in Independence, Texas, a good 30 miles away. (The Supercinskis were on their way to Burton to pick up their side of beef from the processor, so it was a nice pit stop.)

The End.