Mother Bunny and the little ones

were having their final constitutional before bed by the time Enoch and I got to the courts, yesterday. They started jumping and cheering at Enoch when we got out of the car. "There is the boy who signed our tennis ball, Mommy." they told their mother. Mother Bunny was courteous but careful. After Pop Bunny introduced us the children sat still hoping that their mother wouldn't notice the fact that the sun was quickly setting over the horizon.
They were hoping for another souvenir of the day. Not this time, Enoch was hitting the ball inside the court on this day. He and I had numerous rallies and it seemed that they were not on my side. When he'd pass me, they would cheer. It seems no one taught them decorum at the tennis courts. At long last, Mother Bunny noticed that the sun had completely disappeared over the horizon and she scurried her little ones back to their beds.
While they were on their way into the thicket to the safety of their den, Enoch decided to hit one into the rafters. Mother Bunny watched it carefully to make sure that none of her bunnies were in its path. Pop Bunny was busily explaining that this was an accidental occurence.
I walked out to retrieve the ball and she grabbed it at exactly the same time I did. I never had a tug of war with a bunny before, but Mother to Mother we tugged at this ball. Ordinarily, I would have shared with her, but this was the day that we came to the courts with only 2 balls and we had already given her children a signed ball the last time we saw them. I took it that Mother Bunny was being greedy for her children and I would not let her have it.
I just love how Mrs. Bunny teaches me about loving my children by her consistency.