By Linda Lin
By Linda Lin
Mr. Rabbit and I were born in a little village. Our father was a carpenter; he did not like us very much, and after the Easter, we were sent to a secondhand store.
The store was on the ground floor, with a wind bell hanging in the doorway. The wind chimes sang softly; I liked to hear their voices. They were always the first ones to greet newcomers. Everybody liked them. I saw another world here –– I never realized that this world is so big. I made many friends in the store. They all came from different places and have different stories. We all knew this home was not permanent; we were born to travel, from this home to another home, and maybe from this country to another country. Every journey began with Mr. Rabbit’ s question,“ Where are we?”
We have traveled to many places, we have lived in many different countries, but we have also been sent to the secondhand store many times. My favorite experience was living in the house of a painter in Paris. His room was full of art pieces. He was a bit lazy, and he slept too much, but when he started to paint, he was the center of the universe. Mr. Rabbit did not like him so much –– he thought art was just a trick, and that artists used it to fool people. He always talked about the time we were in Poland. It was a big house with a nice garden, and it was a great, relaxing place.
Where Are We?
Although it was great to travel, I felt empty. There was no connection between the people and us; they brought us home and set us down, but they did not care about us. One day I noticed that Mr. Rabbit stopped asking,“ Where are we?” I guess it is because he felt it was pointless to know, because we would go back to the store, sooner or later.
It was in Italy. We had just arrived at a new store for a few days. A girl pushed the door too harshly, and the sound made everyone look at her. She blushed. She wore a long skirt and carried a computer bag.
“ She is special,” I said.
“ I hope she can take us somewhere new,” Mr. Rabbit said.
And it happened. She walked around and stood in front of us.“ Hello, you two, you are so cute.” I smiled, but she could not see it.“ You are definitely going with me.”
And we did.
She did not put us in her bag, she carried us in her hand. She had a nice camera, and every time we went to a new place, or just when the weather was sunny, she took pictures for us. At first,
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