Samuel took the leash Frank offered him, clipping it onto Host’s collar. “Time to go, little one. Follow me.” He gently pulled on it, leading Host outside. / “We can’t assure he won’t be adopted.” “I know.” After a few more minutes of chatting he let her go, bowing his head in sadness. (Out now!

Host squeaked softly, following behind as best as possible. He was pretty good at walking around on his own, so he wasn’t too bothered. He was glad Frank had gotten him a soft nice collar he liked wearing.

He followed outside, glad he got to hug his bunny at the very least.