You see, every morning I would let him out of his cage and he would run free the whole day and be put back in at night(because of coons, coyotes, owls, etc.). Rabbits are very 'homey', so to speak; they never venture far from their homes where they can hide and be safe if need be, so I didn't worry about him running away(especially since the other bunny was still caged). Well, a few nights ago he wasn't around to be put in. I searched all around the barn yard and sheds and no Bunn. I looked every where! Finely I had to give up and go back to the house, hoping he would survive the night. Well, that night I woke up to the sound of--*gulps*-- coyotes. Nooooo! And then another horrid sound: a rabbit in distress. I leaped out of bed and grabbed a torch. Running outside I searched for the place the racket was coming from. The rabbit was still screaming so it was still alive. I was still looking when the sound stopped and everything went quiet. I had no idea where to look and no sound to guide me, so I had to go back and wait for morning. In the morning I found nothing. Not one tuft of hair.
It's been a few days since then and still no sign of Mr Bunn. I'm sad to finely conclude that it was Mr Bunn that night. No rabbit survives long out here. Especially tame ones.
The reason I didn't post this while it happened was because I was hoping to turn it in to a happy lost and found safe post. Guess not. <:'(
Another sad note: My brother's newt, Herold the Second has died. Sad days!
Us being us, we couldn't just dig a grave for him. No, we sent him off like a king! We gave him a funeral pier of gasoline and a dixie cup! *kaboom kaboom!* We love playing dangerous! and what better way to say good bye to our Herold?
*Note: Mum and Dad were at a dinner party while this commenced:P