My first time to go to a stock show, I fell in love with the prize-winning, fluffy, cuddly bunnies. After cooing at one for five minutes, a friend informed me that they were all going to be auctioned and eaten. In attempt to save a life, I slipped the rabbit out of the cage and hid her in my jacket. I took her home and said that I had won her in a ring toss at the accompanying carnival. The next day, however, EVERYONE knew that a rabbit had been stolen, and my step-dad pieced it together in no time. My best friend and I dressed up like little kids and went and returned the bunny that we had "found." We named her "Harriet" in memory of Harriet Tubman. I still feel bad about giving her back. I hope she didn't get eaten.