bringing back fond memories of the pint-sized bunny we discovered the kids playing with in Tijuana, during the Mexico missions trip…the poor thing never pooped, nor was it ever inclined to bite so traumatized it was from mercilessly being thrown around, barely caught by the foot. But the kids loved it. It was their conejo, their bunny. They had mucho amor for the thing as God loves His children, and even more love than human love.
bringing back fond memories of the pint-sized bunny we discovered the kids playing with in Tijuana, during the Mexico...