In a classic ‘believe it or not’
example, a pet rabbit was being hailed a hero last night after saving
his owners from a house fire.
bunny – surprisingly enough called Rabbit – woke up his owners by
scratching at their bedroom door when fire began to spread through the
rest of their Melbourne home.
to roam free through the house, it could have been a case of ‘run
Rabbit, run Rabbit, run, run, run,’ – the bunny could have high-tailed
it through a cat flat or even a gap in a window as the flames took hold.
But instead, he headed for the
bedroom door and began furiously scratching away, creating enough noise
to wake up Mr Gerry Finn and his wife Michelle.
jewellery-maker Mr Finn opened the bedroom door to find out what all
the commotion was, he was beaten back by smoke and heat.
grabbed Rabbit, ushered his wife outside and then called on the help of
neighbours to help him fight the blaze before four fire crews arrived
to dampen things down.
‘There’s absolutely no doubt that Rabbit saved our lives,’ Mrs Finn said last night.
alerted us in the nick of time. We were both fast asleep and we might
not have got out in time if we hadn’t heard the scratching. [Link]
I never thought rabbits could be heroes. Then again, I never thought scratching could be heroic.
You may think the incident is just a fluke, that the rabbit didn’t really know what it was doing. Then what do you say about all the other “Super Rabbits”? There’s Colby, who also saved a family from a fire; Dory, who saved the life of a diabetic man; Robin, who saved the life of a diabetic woman; and probably countless other rabbits who just didn’t want any media attention for their good deeds.
Like a lot of people, I’ve had a little rabbit, and let me tell you, I didn’t care for the taste. My wife and I saw rabbit meat in a grocery store in Indiana and thought we’d give it a try. But it just didn’t appeal to us. Perhaps we didn’t use a good recipe or perhaps rabbit is an acquired taste. In any case, the only rabbits I encounter these days are the ones that often enter our yard. My children like watching them through the window. So far, they haven’t done anything heroic, aside from eating a weed or two. More often, they attack my lettuce and spinach, making me wish I had an appreciation for rabbit stew.
Photo by Kodama