Education Matters: Living together in perfect harmony

April 21, 2011|By Dan Kimber

Editor's Note: Numerous instances of plagiarism have been discovered in Dan Kimber’s “Education Matters” column, which ran in the News- Press from September 2003 to September 2011. In those columns where plagiarism has been found, a For the Record specifying the details will be appended to the piece.

I told this story 10 years ago in this space and thought it might play well again a few days before Easter.

I’d like to tell the story of two cute little bunnies. I was reminded of them recently while strolling through the Glendale Galleria, watching a young family pausing in front of the pet store where a bunny bin is strategically placed to entice little children and entrap parents connected to children. Years ago I had been nudged to this place to listen to the deepest yearnings of my deprived children.


After months of “Oh pleeeease daddy,” I made the mistake of offering what seemed at the time to be impossible conditions: “Show me straight A’s on your next report cards and you’ll get your bunnies.”

The following June, my overachieving daughters dragged me to the pet store to collect their furry rewards. Huddled together in the corner of the bin were a pair of dwarf bunnies, one black and one white. Both were indescribably cute, and they were given indescribably cute names: Ebunny and Ivory.

When the pair grew to maturity, they were joined in matrimony in our backyard. My daughters fashioned a veil and a little top hat, dropped some flower petals on the lawn and hummed the wedding march. After their little noses were pressed together (to make it official), carrot cake was served, and the newlyweds were left alone in their love hutch.

After four months of being fruitful and multiplying, Ebunny appeared to need an intermission, so we kept Ivory in another corner of the yard. We pretty much flooded the market with dwarf bunnies, so it made sense to shut down the factory for awhile.

Here’s where the story gets a little strange. About month and a half after their separation, Ebunny started making a nest, which was the usual signal that there’d be a few more hoppin’ down the bunny trail soon.

“No chance, can’t be. There’s no way those bunnies got together,” I said. “Not unless Ivory slipped out of his cage and into hers and then back into his, working the latches at both ends.”

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