Just about every day I go to the library to work.  There is a wonderful lounge where I can sit at a big table, put my earbuds in and write.  On Fridays they have free coffee and cookies.  Anyway.  To get  to the lounge you have to pass the lost and found which I really never paid much attention to.  It was always full of the usual stuff–mismatched gloves, child sized winter hats, the occasional toy–the stuff that always seems to get left behind no matter where you are.  However a few weeks ago I was passing by and stopped.  Sticking up from the bin were a pair of pink, plush bunny ears and because I can’t resist bunnies, reached in and took it out.  It was pink and white with a blue bowtie but perhaps more importantly, it was big.  Small things getting mistakenly lost or left behind I understand because they tend to be items you don’t notice are missing until they are needed–the odd glove or the child’s winter hat–but someone had brought this bunny in with them. There was a good chance this bunny was always needed.  This was somebody’s *friend.*  That in mind , I tried to envision the circumstances under which the bunny was left behind.  It made me sad to think there was a child out there without their stuffed bosom chum and in my mind’s eye envisioned milk cartons with the bunny’s picture on the side.  What makes me sadder is that the bunny is still in the lost and found.  Somebody out there is missing a bunny and that just doesn’t seem right to me.