Six year-old Andrea named her new pet bunny Benjamin T. Bunny. The ďTĒ didnít
stand for anything; it was just Benjamin T., because six-year-olds do that sort
Andrea gently carried Benjamin T. home from her aunt's farm in the palms of
her hands to ask her parentís permission to keep him. Her mom finally gave in to
Andrea's pleas and said yes.
Andrea walked backed to her aunt's farm, bunny in hand, and sat on the front
steps until her aunt returned home six hours later so Andrea could tell her that
yes, she was allowed to keep the bunny. And keep him she did. For years and
years until Benjamin T. Bunny got sick with some bunny disease and Andrea's
uncle took Benjamin T. out back behind the barn and shot him. He then gave the
bullet to Andrea and she kept that.
"Well, it was silver." she explains.