The guinea pigs wait in anticipation for the sounds of the front door opening and closing

Ready and waiting to explode in a chorus of wheek wheek wheeks and running wildly in excitement

But the bunny does a quieter waiting,

A calmer waiting

A contemplative waiting

When I come home he approaches the pen door apprehensively, not certain I’m coming to let him out

The piggies wait for vegetables and hay to be brought and they sing magnificently for their supper

The bunny watches quietly, hinting subtly by being near the door that he wants freedom

I wonder how he feels all day closed away

How it must feel to be perpetually trapped

Knowing there is always a boarder

Does it make him feel defeated?

Like a human would feel defeated?

I know he feels something because when I let him out at the end of my day he bounds over and immediately hops to freedom

Sometimes he is extra excited and can’t keep himself still

I wish I could explain to him in plain English what he mustn’t do and let him be free at all times

He looks so magnificent when he’s free

I come home every day waiting to see him free

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