We lost Bunny for the third time on Saturday - but this time it looked like it was forever. That night, as he was getting ready for bed, Sam realised he had left Bunny at Dylan's football match that morning. He was inconsolable, worried that Bunny was cold and scared, and blaming himself.
Jason was dispatched to King George Oval with a torch and instructions to look in the bins. He returned an hour later. No Bunny. Sam woke a few times that night asking where Bunny was. None of this makes for a happy house.
The next day we looked around the oval in daylight, and asked one of the Rugby League managers if they had a lost property. No Bunny. We trekked over to the Westfield in Bondi Junction to see if we could find a new Bunny. But nothing even came close.
Sam was still sad that night. Jason told him Bunny had gone on a holiday with The Snowman (as in Raymond Briggs... we were reading it at the time). He looked dubious.
On Monday night, Dylan had football training again. Jason checked with the canteen lady, just in case. She hadn't seen Bunny. But a few minutes later, a boy raced after him holding... Bunny! He had been put up on the top shelf of the canteen.
The look on Sam's face when he saw his beloved friend again was priceless. I had to prise Bunny from his fingers the next morning to give him a wash and stitch his ear back on a bit better. He has been telling everyone he meets about Bunny's adventures - his holiday with The Snowman, his wash and his getting fixed. And Bunny is not going to football ever again.
The look on Sam's face when he saw his beloved friend again was priceless. I had to prise Bunny from his fingers the next morning to give him a wash and stitch his ear back on a bit better. He has been telling everyone he meets about Bunny's adventures - his holiday with The Snowman, his wash and his getting fixed. And Bunny is not going to football ever again.
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