Rabbits make lousy friends. During our parental career, we have heard dinnertime stories from our progeny who have been happily socializing in a group, when one of the clutch, a coyote, starts picking on the progeny who is telling us the tale. “You’re fat. I’m not. I’m slender and willowy. That’s why boys like me.” [...]
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And we went on to discover something that I’m convinced everyone learns at some point in their lives — usually a low one — and that is that the people you thought were your friends, aren’t; and that the support network that you thought you have, you don’t; and that the oddest help will come from the most unusual places.