The Rabbit Died

The rabbit died!


No, no one is pregnant. The rabbit, our pet rabbit, literally died. Now for the most difficult thing to admit; it was my fault.

My wife went out of town for a few days and said, “Look after Stinky (the rabbit), would you?”

Of course I said that I would, no problem, consider it done, go have a good time.

I didn’t feed or water Stinky for three days. I refuse to offer more details than that, other than to say that his name fit the end result. I feel awful!

Newton’s third law of motion says, “To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

I learned that in elementary school but had never considered it; I mean really thought about it, until Stinky took the well-lighted tunnel to paradise. Have you ever considered it... the tiny little decisions made every day that fan into the future causing potentially catastrophic changes?

Let me set a scenario for you: I call in to work that I’m sick, just because I’m too freaking lazy to get out of bed. My project partner loses his job because I wasn’t there to help him make a deadline; his wife divorces him because he’s unemployed; he commits suicide because he loved her so much.

Don’t try to convince me that this is illogical or over-simplified because I’m now a devout believer that this happens every day in this crazy world. Granted, there may be a few more episodes between these high points and it might take years but the fact is; it happens. We just never look back to notice.

So, when your spouse asks you to feed the pet, for God’s sake, do it.



Daniel (Danny) Lance Wright
Author of
"Paradise Flawed"/Dream Books LLC/2009
"Six Years' Worth"/Father's Press/2007
"The Last Radiant Heart"/Virtual Tales/Spring 2010
"Anne Bonny, Where Are You?"/Rogue Phoenix Press/May 2010