
It's raining and there isn't anything more pathetic today than the sight of a half-wet rabbit huddled in it's canary cage. My heart breaks a little, and I move him closer to the shelter of the school. Seriously, doesn't anybody want a teensy, weensy, fluffy, fuzzy, long-eared adorable bunny? He's going to die and I'm the only one who wants to stop it?
Apparently not, I've just emailed
Animals Taiwan. Maybe they will rescue bunnykins from this sad existence outside a school.