I have a small stuffed rabbit. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what it is. It resembles a donkey and a rabbit. It has long floppy ears like those of a rabbit, but it has the head and long limbs of a donkey. But it has always been a rabbit to me. It does not have a name, or a gender. When I was little, it took up my entire hand, but now it is small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I loved that rabbit. It is made out of material that feels like bad suede, and does not have a lot of stuffing, so it is limp. It is an ugly brown color for the most part, but has some cream-colored details. The eyes are black beads surrounded by the cream. But I loved it nonetheless. I hated tags when I was little, so I can’t say where it comes from. The remanence of the tag still remains near the tail. It is teasing me because now I am so curious. I can’t even say where I got it. My earliest memory of it was putting lots of glitter all over it to make it sparkle. I didn’t like that decision, because I thought that I had ruined it. I think most little girls would love a glittery rabbit-donkey. But I loved to keep things untouched and pristine. I still do.