The first week without Mike brought many wonders. One of them was a little buuny. Every morning we saw him under the same tree eating grass. Every night he was under the same tree. That weekend when Mike was home we didn't see the bunny, but the next week when Mike left, the bunny was back. One morning we saw a squirrel and the bunny eating together under our tree. (If you look closely you can see them both.)
