“That might have made sense had the rabbit been white, but it was dun-colored. It cowered in the corner of its cage while children stuck their fingers through the wire; they sang, Bunny, bunny, bunny rabbit; they cried when their mothers informed them it was time to go, they’d see Bunny next time. Bunny, we suspected, prayed nightly to become a ghost. It never got out, never saw sunlight; it was never given a carrot or a chance to hop; it indulged in no lapine pleasures at all. Mostly, it shook ...or slept, was careless about its hygiene. Mornings, it ripped its newsprint bedding in strips and drew them into its mouth in damp pleats, chewing and swallowing by inches. The children’s librarian said this was normal, but we thought the bunny was trying to overdose, using the materials nearby. The six finches, on the other hand, seemed happy in their communal cage; and if the fish were unhappy, we couldn’t tell. Maybe they wept in the terrible privacy of their tank. The occasional dog would slip in through the exit, wanting to find its owner, and one woman brought her cat, left it crying like a baby in the vestibule while she returned a video.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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