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accident and because he is sorry.  My grandfather hugs me tight and smiles.  He tells me that this is why I am his favourite, but I don’t want to be his or anybody else’s favourite ever again, now that I know what his “favourite” really means.
    After breakfast, my sisters and I go outside to play.  We dress up in sheets and pretend we are ghosts as we chase each other.  It is a lot of fun.  Because of all of the excitement and laughter with my sisters, I am able to stop thinking about what Grandpa did.  After an exhaustive game of Hide and Seek at the end of the day, however, I am again told to go and sleep in my grandfather’s bed.  I don’t know why I have to sleep there because my sisters and I did not fight for the whole day.  I look at my sisters with sadness and fear.  Both of them suddenly look angry.  I want so badly to sleep with my sisters in their room with them, but since I do not want to get into trouble from my parents for disobeying my grandfather, I pick up Ralph and go to Grandpa’s room.  He lifts me onto his bed, but this time, I do not want him to read me a story.  I put Ralph in the middle of the bed and tuck him in tight.  Kissing my rabbit on his fluffy cheek, I wrap my arms around Ralph and whisper into his floppy ear, asking him to keep me safe.  Trying not to focus on the stuffiness of the room as Grandpa continues watching late night television, I eventually fall asleep.
    I don’t remember my dream.  I woke up because my little girl bits were hurting.  My grandfather’s hand was again where it should not be.  His fingers were hurting me a lot and he was lying right next to me very close, smiling with his eyes closed.  I yell at him to stop, but this time, it does not wake him.  He continues hurting my private area as I use all of my strength to move his hand away.  I wonder why Ralph is no longer on the bed with me.  Did Grandpa throw you onto the floor again?   Still trying to push my grandfather’s hand away, the skin on my face starts to feel red hot as tears roll down my cheeks.   Ralph, help me!  
    I continue to struggle, trying to harness every bit of my strength in order to push my grandfather’s hand away when Ralph suddenly jumps onto the bed.  He is dressed in very tough looking clothes which I have never seen before.  Holy crap!  So this is just a dream?!   My jaw drops open in shock as I notice that Ralph’s fluffy bunny feet are clad in spiked steel capped boots.  He stares my grandfather down, snarls and kicks him hard between his old-man legs.  Grandpa instantly takes his hand out of my underpants and screams, curling up in pain.  As Ralph continues to beat the crap out of my grandfather’s junk, I quickly jump out of the bed and stand in the doorway, watching as the insanity unfolds before me.  I don’t understand why Ralph is kicking Grandpa between his legs instead of kicking the old man’s hands.  But I do know one thing for sure.  I never again want to stay at my grandfather’s house.  I also never ever want to get on the wrong side of Ralph.  You are one tough bunny!  Grandpa vomits on the bed and rolls onto the floor.  He screams out in pain when he tries to stand up.  Ralph then jumps into the air towards me and transforms into his fluffy bunny self, gently landing in my arms.  I feel safe again, although my private parts still hurt a lot.
    A few hours later, Mum and Dad arrive.  I hold Ralph tight in my arms, afraid to let him go.  He is truly my hero and my protector.  Even as I pack my dirty clothes from the weekend into my bag to take home, I make sure Ralph stays by my side, no matter what.  Not a single word is spoken about what happened at my grandfather’s house that weekend.  I tell my mum and dad, however, that I never want to be at Grandpa’s house again unless they are with me.  When they ask me why, I tell them that I had too many bad dreams without them.  With the physical pain I have inside my