One sunny day I woke up in my parent’s room but they were not there. So I went downstairs into the living room. My grandma was watching TV and my grandpa was reading books. My grandma said, “Ginger is sick.”
I went into the kitchen and my mom was there and she said the same thing that my grandma had said. My mom went into the backyard to check on my bunny Ginger. He was sick because the doctor said that tiny mites were in his ear. They brought Ginger in and went upstairs. All I did for Ginger was to let him eat and drink.
Ginger stayed inside the house for the whole day.
Ginger died about 2 weeks after Andrew wrote about his rabbit. Our class felt very sad. ~ Mrs. Wright