I have arrived at my next destination, but have had a rather harrowing day.

Let me tell you all about it. I had a rather uneventful, for a globe trotting rabbit anyway, trip from Chicago until I found myself dropped rather unceremoniously. I expected my next hostess to open the door and squeal with delight as so many before her had. I waited, and waited… and waited. I heard a loud moo. I began to get nervous. I heard the thump, thump, thump of the feet of another rabbit. I thought surely my rabbit relative would come to my rescue. Then I started to hear raindrops on the cardboard roof. What??! I’m supposed to be securely out of the rain, aren’t I? The rain came harder. Then I heard a horrible clash of thunder. I began to get nervous I can tell you, even for a stalwart world traveler. What sort of a place had I landed in? The walls of my box began to get wetter and wetter and softer and softer.

Finally the rain stopped. I think I may have dozed a bit. Fortunately, I was still cozy and dry nestled in my paper nest. I woke up to snuffling sounds. What now? I heard a man’s voice say, “What in the world? I hope this isn’t something important.” I felt my traveling box being lifted and then dropped again into a vehicle with the motor running. After a short, but rather bumpy ride, the motor shut off and I felt myself carried again. A door slammed shut. More walking. Finally I heard the feminine squeal I have learned to expect, but this one was more of concern than the joy I am used to. The man’s voice repeated, “I hope this isn’t something important.” I wanted to tell him that I am very important to a lot of people and animals all over the world.

A lady’s voice answered, “It must be the travel bunny everyone is worried about. He was supposed to arrive at his destination yesterday.”

At this point I began to hear quiet voices that only a few humans can hear, but that stuffed rabbits can hear loud and clear.

A gruff voice asked, “Do you suppose he is OK?

A softer one answered, “I sure hope so. He must be so cold and scared. I hope he’s not wet”

Another feminine voice said, “Where is she with those scissors?”

Then the drenched cardboard was lifted open and I saw the speakers.

One of them shouted, “Here he is! I see his ears.” Of course the lady didn’t hear her.

The lady muttered, “He looks OK and miraculously everything seems pretty dry.”

The one who had shouted jumped into the box and gave me a big hug.

She said, “Hello Gulliver! I’m Sara. I’m so glad you are alright.”

Quickly another girl gave me a big hug and said her name is Althea. She said, “Welcome to our farm. There are a lot of others who wanted to welcome you, but this was a bit of an emergency box opening to make sure you were OK.”

They introduced me to a fellow named Rupert and said that he is also from Rabbit Hole Knits. He didn’t hug me, but shook my paw. I guess he’s not the hugging type.

The last to introduce herself was the lady who opened the box. She gave me a big hand hug and some pats. She says now that I’ve let everyone know where I am, I’d better call home and warm up by the fire.