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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