Savior of rabbits

Love the earth and sun and animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labor to others...
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

~ Walt Whitman

I finished Mortal Prey on the way to work this morning, and the ending made me cry, but I just realized that I can't say why it made me cry, because that would spoil it for anyone else who hadn't read it yet, and wants to. Hm. Well, okay, here it is. It's a secret. (If you want to read it, highlight the portion within the box by rolling over it with your mouse with the mouse button pressed down.)

Shhh. It's a secret . . .
There's a funeral, and while the person the funeral was for was the criminal, she was still not a completely unsympathetic character, so there were conflicting feelings, and it was sad. And it made me think about the funeral I just attended for my uncle, and I started thinking about the funerals I'll be attending in the future, and it made me cry.

The book was excellent, as are all of John Sandford's, and the reading, by Richard Ferrone, was also excellent, as always.

So I dried my tears and put in the first cassette of another Nevada Barr book, Firestorm. It's an earlier one--from 1996, I think. The reader is Barbara Rosenblatt, who also does a good job. I've also got the audio version of Neil Gaiman's American Gods in the trunk of my car, but I doubt I'll listen to it--someone else has requested it, so it can't be renewed, and it's like 87 cassettes (okay, 12, I think), and there's no way I would be able to finish it in the two weeks before it's due back at the library. It's narrated by George Guidall, another of my favorites. He read all the Tony Hillerman novels in their unabridged versions.

(Note: I see that the hardback version of American Gods is going as a bargain book at Amazon.com for $6.99, a dollar cheaper than the paperback which I, of course, bought last weekend. What a deal!)

Bob went by one of the real estate projects last week and the salesman there said, "Oh, I'm glad you came by--there's a baby rabbit trapped in one of the window wells!" I'm not sure why, except that maybe he knew that Bob has a soft spot for small furry animals.

Anyway, Bob rescued the bunny. He jumped down into the window well with a towel to wrap the rabbit in, picked it up and put it on the ground, and he said it hopped away a few feet, then crouched, hiding. He boosted himself out, then prodded the bunny to be sure it was okay and could hop away, and it did. Savior of rabbits. :)