Bella awoke and as usual, went around the apartment, feeding her pets. Between the two puppies Wesley and Ramsey, her cat Bowtie, her parrot Rainbow and of course old Frankie the rabbit, the small apartment was getting crowded. Frankie usually was awake, waiting for his food by the time Bella woke, but this time, he remained in the corner of his hutch. Unmoving.
Bella tapped the wire of the hutch a a few times, but it yielded no response from the grey rabbit. She unlocked the caged and reached in, only to discover that Franke had gone cold. Dead cold. Bella pouted. "Oh Frankie," she sighed. She'd found the rabbit near Frank's Monolith in Stockholm five years ago. Almost exactly five years ago. Bella pouted more. He was a good rabbit, she thought...
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