A PET HARE

Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 264, 3 August 1929, Page 26

A PET HARE

I wonder if any of my little friends have had a pet hare? (asks a small girl who lives on a large sheep station). I have. One of the station hands slipped him under my pillow and he slept there on my veranda bed all night, and I did not know he was there till next day, when making my bed. He was a dear little fellow, just out of the burrow. I wanted him so much for a pet, so I gave him some milk, and he sucked it splendidly. Then, as he grew bigger. I fed him with a spoon. He opened his mouth each time, the spoon came near him. He used to have a bib tied round his neck, and I dressed him like a baby. He grew used to it all. I made him a house with two rooms, which X called his bedroom and kitchen, and when meal time came round he always knew, and he would scratch at his room door to get into the kitchen. I fed him on lucern, grass, clover, and sweet cake, and he would beg for all his dainties like a dog. - Strangest of all, he answered to the name of Bob. He would play round the table legs and knew strangers at once, and would soon make friends, and sit up and beg. He was almost huhan, and was a

great pet. He would not come to you unless you called him by his name. The station hand who slipped him under my pillow said that in all his experience he had never seen a pet hare, and advised me to exhibit him, he was so intelligent. But I took him out into the country and left him there, as I was going to Ceylon on holiday. No one could have loved him as I did, and I left him in the paddocks with a very sad heart. Maybe when I come back I shall get one of Bob’s sons or daughters, and train a pet again.