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Explanation: On Thursday night, we attended a community dance where we danced the Jitterbug, the Foxtrot, a polka and the Virginia Reel. By Saturday morning, we found ourselves standing at the edge of a field, praying over the grave of my son’s pet rabbit who had escaped his hutch and mysteriously perished without a mark on him.
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I’m sorry to hear that.
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Aww, thanks 💙
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Bunnicula probably got him!
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We think he witnessed an attack on our hens & died of fright.
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Hope your son isn’t too sad about the loss of his bunny!
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Ah, thanks. It was tough for him. We found the dead hens the day before and found that the rabbit was missing, so he kind of did his grieving beforehand.
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