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 the fur always remained pure white 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 nursed the rabbit, George, back to health. Vigorous, lusty, male wild rabbit health and it was either have him fixed or set him free. We set him free. George the white striped wild rabbit was a bit of a Collingwood icon for awhile.






You live in My heart, but Not literally

You have stolen my heart, so I have to steal the blankets to survive

You can hold my ballon, like you hold on to me




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