I'm the real Wascal Bunny, and I designed the original pages for this web site years ago.

So, Wascal Bunny, stand up and
tell us about yourself.

I'm a lop-eared rabbit, and I'm 10 and 3/4-years-old. I've lived with the same human since I was somewhere between 4 and 6-weeks-old. I say "somewhere" between those two ages because my human mommy can't remember exactly when she got me since I was kind of a surprise in her life. Her youngest human son brought me home one night out of the clear blue when he was seventeen-years-old, and I was supposed to belong to him, but he couldn't take care of me properly. He tried, but he just didn't have the time with going to school and all the other stuff going on in his life (like girls). So, being a mom and all, she took care of me until eventually her human son told her that I was hers to keep. It didn't take much persuasion on her son's part since she had fallen in love with me, or so she tells people all the time, the minute I popped into her life as a tiny little handful of fluffy soft fur. That was more than ten years ago. I've been with her ever since.

The School of Hard Knocks

It was kind of rough going at first because my mom didn't know anything about taking care of rabbits as indoor or outdoor pets. The only thing she knew was what she had seen in cartoons and such ... meaning that she knew I would like carrots and pellets, so that was the basics of my diet for quite awhile. (Boring!!) Then my mom found a couple of little books in a pet store one day about taking care of rabbits as house pets. She bought them, brought them home and read them cover to cover. She learned all kinds of things about the way we act and what we do when we're just being bunnies. Most importantly, she learned that I needed hay in my diet. Yee-ha! I finally got something to chew on.

My mom didn't even know whether I was a boy or a girl when she first got me (and rabbits aren't real obvious about that kind of thing like cats and dogs are), so she referred to me as "him" or "he" in the beginning. Ha! Was she surprised when she took me to a doctor veterinarian when I was eight-months-old and found out I was a girl!  "So, doctor," my mom asked the vet, "I've read that rabbits are intelligent animals. I haven't given her a complex or anything since I've been calling her a boy for the last eight months, have I?" The doctor veterinarian chuckled and said, "It's true that they're very intelligent animals, but I don't think she knows the difference between 'him' and 'her.' I don't think she's going to suffer any sexual conflicts or identity crises."  Phew!!

With the help of more books and the doctor veterinarian who specialized in rabbits, my mom learned more and more and more about taking care of me. Life got much more interesting.

How I Got My Name

On that fateful night that my human mom's son brought me home, he told his mom (my human mom) that a man in an organization he belonged to had given me to him because the man felt that my human mom's son needed something in his life to represent peace and tranquility. (The man had two rabbits himself and they had had babies. I was one of them.) Being a teenager just wasn't easy the man knew, and he wanted to do something kind for my human mom's human son.

After telling his story, my mom's human son said that he thought he might call me Serenity to represent the intent of the man's gift. It was a pretty name and very fitting, but then my mom's son looked down at me sitting in my big plastic container and said, "So what do you say to a rabbit? What's up, doc?" My mom laughed and immediately started thinking of Bugs Bunny, and that made her think of Elmer Fudd who was always running around asking, "Whewe is that wascally wabbit?" I don't think I need to tell you that Bugs Bunny and wascally wabbit became my name ... Wascal Bunny.

I'm Marshmallow, who redesigned these pages when I came along to add my twist on everything.

Okay, Marshmallow, it's your turn.
What's your story?

When I came along, I guess you could say that I was an unexpected surprise also.  My human mom was kind of getting lonely to have a bunny around again (it took her a long time to get over Wascal dying because she had loved Wascal so much), and she was now living in a house where she knew that she could probably have a pet (the owner of the house had 7 pets of her own, so she was definitely pet friendly).  Well, on one of my human mom's really lonely days she decided to surf the Internet to look at bunnies in shelters, thinking that if she just looked at the pictures for awhile it would get rid of some of the loneliness.  Down at the bottom of one of the pages was the following picture and information:

Marshmallow is a shelter bunny looking for a permanent home. She is a Holland Lop/Mini Lop mix, at least 4-years-old, likely older. She is deaf and probably blind. When she arrived at our shelter, she was very thin and had severe pasturella symptoms. She has been treated for the pasturella outbreak, but the result of the severe infection is that one of her eye tear ducts is scarred closed. She is on a special diet and cannot be housed outdoors, even for short periods of time.

Despite all her issues, Marshmallow is a sweet, sweet bunny. She adores being petted and doesn’t mind being held. She’s not very adventuresome: she doesn’t venture beyond the limits of her pen. We think this is because she cannot see or hear.

Marshmallow would do very well in a bonding with an older male bunny. She does not mind the other female bunnies in the house, and she is not frightened of the cat. She doesn’t mind the vacuum cleaner either because, well, she can’t hear or see it! Marshmallow is currently in foster care. Please email xxx@yahoo.com if you can help place her in a loving home.

Oh, my gosh! thought my human mom.  She is so cute, the poor little deaf and blind creature.  She looks just like a little puffed up toasted golden brown marshmallow or even a cream puff.

To be continued (the editor of this biography is still editing)