I just finished work after a long week, and had walked to the pet store to buy a carrier for the bunny Genepy, so that she is more easily portable. I was walking back across town when I was stopped by someone. A very young, waist high someone who came in the form of a curious little Italian boy, probably about 3 or 4 years old. He looks up at me and latches onto the pet carrier. We had a conversion something like the following, roughly translated into English:
'what's in there'
'nothing! It is empty. But it is for my rabbit.'
(he grabs onto the carrier again, this time sticking his nose against the door and sticking his tongue through)
'rabbit? Where is the rabbit?'
'She is at home! She is waiting for me.'
'oh no! Is she alone?'
'yes. But I will be home soon to play with her'
'are you her mommy? does she have a daddy?'
'yes, I am like the bunny's mommy! And she has a very nice daddy'
'will she get a snack? I want to go in the cage.'
'uhh... I don't think you will fit in the cage. It is too small for you.'
'no, it's ok. let me in! I want to go inside! Where is the bunny?'
'well, we will just have to get a bigger cage for you! But I really need to get going home so that my bunny isn't alone....'
'Is the daddy Italian? What language do you speak?'
'Well, I am American so I speak English'
'But what language do you speak? I want to go inside with the bunny.'
(he grabs onto the cage and tries to open it, peers inside, and licks it again. I am wondering where is parents are. Just then a woman comes up)
'mommy! there is a rabbit in there!'
After some more time of me convincing him to stop licking my damned rabbit cage, he let go and I came home. Now I have the bunny on my lap. Little Italian boys are funny!