Some people call rabbits “prey animals.” How insulting! They should really remember that first, they have to catch us. This is the thought that runs through my mind as I dart and weave through the dining table chairs. There was no way I would be deprived of the bliss of air-conditioning. The Miami Grand Prix is playing on the TV. That’s actually where my name comes from: Aristotle Ferrari. I’m pretty close to a rabbit racecar. Vroom! My family appreciates my quick-hopping charms. My brother, Leo, lies on the sofa outside, probably shaking his head at my shenanigans, not a care in the world. That’s him on the right in the picture. Leo is short for Galileo DaVinci – supposedly he’s a genius. I turn my attention back to the chase. If I keep this going long enough, maybe they’ll bribe me with carrots. I could really go for some carrot… Catch you later!

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