I’m still not sure about the ceramic rabbit. It’s currently living in the garden outside my kitchen window. It’s nineteen inches tall. Its ears stick straight up. And it’s purple. Bright purple. With demonic eyes always staring back at me. I got it at a yard sale, an impulse purchase, as these things often are.
It was the end of August, and I’d left a visit to see my parents in Pennsylvania until the last minute, trying to avoid political conversations with my dad and less inclined to smile brightly as though all was right with the world. And so I made the 7-hour drive from Maine, looking forward to hitting the Saturday morning yard sales around my hometown with my mom and one of my older sisters, who would also be visiting that weekend from Maryland.
My hometown has been down on its luck for more years than I care to count. The roads are rutted with potholes. The sidewalks are cracked and bulge unevenly where the roots of trees try to break free of their captivity. Out in the north end, where I grew up, and where we started our scavenging, the homes are generally small, brick, post-World War II era. There are neatly-tended yards, and then there are the ones where the grass hasn’t been cut in a long time or odds-and-ends have accumulated on the front porch.
Our first stop was two doors down from The Cup, a building in the shape of a cup, with a stir-stick coming out of the top. I worked there in high school, whipping up subs, scooping ice cream, and waiting tables. Now it
As young children develop attachments to the parents who comfort them, so too do they develop attachments to particular objects which they use to comfort themselves. An example of these close relationships between children and stuffed animals can be found in Margery Williams’ The Velveteen Rabbit. The protagonist of the story, after losing his china dog with which he had previously slept, utilized his rabbit as a replacement. After a while, the boy became attached to the rabbit. He slept with it every night, took it everywhere with him, and went so far as to take efforts to keep the rabbit comfortable by designing a nest for him while he played. Although that particular story was fictional, the relationship between the boy and his stuffed
Recently I read the Velveteen Rabbit and I learned that love is joyful and painful at the same time. When the rabbit was in the agonizing yet delightful process of becoming real. I have a stuffed animal dog who is real to me like the Velveteen rabbit was to the boy. I adore him mostly because of his color, texture, and scent.
I come from a small rural town nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. My hometown is split down the middle by a set of railroad tracks. On the north side, one can find pristine neighborhoods, newer schools, most doctors’ offices, and the only hospital in town. The south side of the town stands as a stark contrast. On the south side, you no longer find the wealthy neighborhoods but rather dilapidated and condemned homes and housing projects. One seems to find abandoned buildings on every corner, many inhabited by those that have lost their homes. Limited help is coming for those who need it, mostly through churches and volunteer programs targeting the underserved. Many doctors, dentists, and nurses are giving their time and resources to help
The Dutch rabbit, is a sweet, fun-loving breed of rabbit. Always ready to explore what's ahead of them. Very social and friendly around people. Good for children as young as eight years old. I know from experience, having adopted one myself. Dutch rabbits are indeed, fun-loving, good with the younger kids and warm up to new owners quite well after a while.
My artifact is brown and black with almost 2 decades’ worth of memories; this object is my stuffed Rottweiler named Max. This artifact, although motionless with four legs, has walked to the moon and back with me as a child full of imagination. This artifact stores the most precious memories and has been with me at every step in my life. Max is very meaningful to me because we have shared many memories, from birth until now. My stuffed animal has been with me through every ups and downs in life, every change that has ever occurred to me, has been a part my past and present; and represents my future.
Many of the homes in the neighborhoods in the area are dirty and in need of repair. The yards are full of garbage and items such as old
Do you know how to squirrel or rabbit hunt? Do you want to know how to squirrel or rabbit hunt? If so stay tuned to find out.
In When Rabbit Howls, Truddi Chase begins therapy with Dr. Robert A. Phillips Jr., whom she called Stanley, to find out why she has huge gaps in her memory. Truddi was a victim of sexual assault for fourteen years when she was a young girl, from the age of 2 up until she was about 16. Her stepfather would sexually abuse her and her mother neglected and beat her. Often times she would try to hide from the stepfather to avoid his sexual harassment. After many sessions with Stanley, Truddi discovered that she had Multiple Personality Disorder or Dissociative Identity Disorder which is a severe condition in which two or more distinct identities, or personality states, are present in—and alternately take control of—an individual. She was inhabited by 92 different personalities called the Troops. The actual Truddi Chase had not been present since she was two years old; she is referred to as the “first-born.” To escape the stepfather’s sexual harassment, the two year old would “go to sleep” and the other Troop members would come out to endure the pain and abuse for her.
Aroused and adrenalized, I was dancing uncontrollably as I held my premium collection of rubber duckies I won from my school fundraiser. The award for selling the most items was getting a chance to celebrate on a party bus, but the only thing I felt devoted for were those tiny rubber duckies that couldn’t even float. No matter how many times its paint would chip off its beak, I felt exceedingly satisfied with myself for the immense amount of ducks I owned. From my cheerleader duck to my dragon duck, I idolized them all.
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
Discuss the symbolism and motifs in the ‘Rabbit Proof Fence’. What do they represent and how do they contribute to the story?
On the surface, this area is a older, low class neighborhood that has not been taken care of. Many of the houses are old and dilapidated. It is clear that most of the people who live there are not concerned about the outwardly appearance of this neighborhood. During the summer many houses go without frequent yard care, especially the handful of vacant houses. These empty houses tend to sit without care for very long periods of time before being taken care of.
“White Rabbit” is a psychedelic rock song performed by Jefferson Airplane and written by Grace Slick. In an interview with Wall Street Journal’s Narc Myers, Slick discusses writing “White Rabbit”.
After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.
Rabbits include plenty of water and food to survive, but in some cases the rabbits are receiving enough water or food to survive, which cause the rabbit to become sick and could die from it. Besides enough food and water the rabbit will need a clean cage that is washed or cleaned every week so that the rabbit will not get any infections, but if this responsibility is ignored the