In the fall of 2009 I found a baby cottontail bunny in the back parking lot of the Arts Centre in Collingwood. The kids and I caught it, put it in a pillowcase, and took it home. It had been severely injured, having deep lacerations across its back that healed, grew back in, but always remained pure white fur thereafter. When we got to our driveway, one of those free range meat salespeople were their to sign us up. Talking to free range meat people while holding a struggling pillowcase in an urban environment is fun. We raised the rabbit to adulthood until George’s ( the rabbit) extreme passion for me became too much, and it was either have him fixed or set him free. We set him free.