“Robbie” The Wabbit… photo from John Lugar

When I was a kid in Sandstone, Minnesota long ago, my brother and me hunted for Wabbits way back when. My brother’s nickname was Cricket, mine was Wabbit then.

I had buck teeth way back then. Maybe that’s where the Wabbit name started. Guess my brother looked like a Cricket, then. My grandpa isn’t here to say why, though…

I know why, I think. My brother was slippery and fast just like a Cricket, I know…

My brother kept me safe from trouble back then when we were bad. He helped me play hide n sneak, but I didn’t know that back then…

He got away with anything and everything fast, just like a Cricket back then. He was very smart and slippery like a Cricket, way back when…

I tried to shoot Robbie Wabbit one time. But, he stuck his tongue out at me and ran away fast…

After that, my heart sank thinking about Robbie Wabbit. It made me smile again when he got away.

I knew in that moment, way back then, that Robbie Wabbit had a soul. Something about sticking his tongue out at me touched my soul..

I would rather hang out with Robbie Wabbit, my furry friend. I love nature and all living things…

I have many furry loved ones and wildlife friends… I love them all, and would never ever hunt them down for sport, never ever again…

I never hunted Wabbits again after that. I love fishing in the rivers and streams, though… Robbie Wabbit keeps me company when no one else is there…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate

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