Today I pulled a bunny out of my hat. And I mean that almost literally.
On my way to work, I noticed a man and a woman staring down into an egress window–one of those basement-level windows surrounded by an enclosure. The man explained that a little rabbit was trapped down there.
Sure enough, a baby bunny not much bigger than my fist was frantically trying to hop out of the enclosure. But the concrete walls were too high. The man and his girlfriend made sympathetic noises and wondered how the poor thing would ever get out.
The bunny didn’t like it when I climbed into the enclosure. The bunny liked it even less when I tried to coax him into my straw hat. Each time I had him cornered, he scampered to the other side of the window. The bunny was convinced I wanted to eat him.
Eventually the young woman came down and herded the bunny to me. Once I finally caught the bunny in my hat, I closed the hat over him like a bag. I lifted the hat out of the enclosure, opened it up, and told the bunny to be on his way.
It took a moment, but the rabbit finally came to his senses, hopped out of my hat, and dashed out of sight.
For some reason, I don’t feel like wearing my hat now.
