MemoirTitlesBunnies

=Choose a Beginning=

//**Beginning A**// We have a big back yard for a house in the city, since our house sits on one and a half lots. With a hedge along the side and back, our yard is home to a lot of wildlife, more than you might expect to find in town. In addition to the occasional possum. raccoon, and stray cat, rabbits proliferate.

//**Beginning B**// Being a father entails certain responsibilities. For example, in the division of household labor, disposing of dead bodies falls to me.

//**Beginning C**// I was on my way to the garage to get a shovel when I heard the screams from the backyard.

“We found another one! Daddy!”

Another dead bunny.

//**Beginning D**// When I woke up that morning, the sun was shining through the mini-blinds. I slid out of bed expecting a beautiful summer day. I had some yard work to do, but I was planning on spending the afternoon playing in the back yard with my two daughters.

//**Beginning E**// My neighbor told us that he had been finding headless dead bunnies in his backyard—one a day, for a while. Another neighbor’s cat, he said, would lay beside his tool shed, underneath which a rabbit was nesting, and wait for the young ones to emerge.

//**Beginning F**// Emma burst through the front door into the living room to announce that she and Elizabeth had found a dead bunny in the backyard. "Dad, it's really gross. It's head is missing."