A retired older man that saw a need for stories that mothers could enjoy reading to the children and grandchildren. A story that 5th. and 6th. graders could enjoy reading in their spare time.   One day I was sitting at my desk, and in walked my secretary. In her hands was a rabbit that she had found on her doorstep. it wasn't quite three inches long and couldn't have been more than a few days old.     "What should I do with this thing?" she asked.    I couldn't answer that, so I took it from her and put it in my pocket. Shortly thereafter I realized that having a baby rabbit in one's pocket was a mistake. So, I found a box that it could stay in until I could set it free.    That night I showed it to my wife, Norma, who commented that we should care for it until we knew that it would live. I agreed, and so the little thing became a guest in our house. Fortunately, it learned very quickly, and with little training, to use a litter box.    Norma took it to a vet, who said, "He looks good and may make a nice pet, and he'll live about two years. Why don't you see how he does?"    We named him "Little Bit," because of his original size. Boy, was the doc wrong. Little Bit grew to weigh fifteen pounds and lived thirteen years.    I came home one evening to discover that every electrical cord that Little Bit could find was bitten in half. That wasn't a good sign. So out to the back porch he went with his litter box.    Was that good?   Not on your life. The very next day I came home and found that he had chewed through the 220-volt line to my spa.     "Little Bit, to the backyard you go," I said.    I also remember saying to myself, "I sure can't see why you're not a fried rabbit."    He was now in his own kingdom, and everything growing around him was his to eat, including flowers, trees, vegetables --- you name it. The finest delicacy within the yard turned out to be Norma's favorite flowers. He also formed his own bathroom, so he didn't need a litter box anymore. It was always one spot, so no problem in cleaning.    Norma decided that she would put little fences around her prized flowers to keep Little Bit away from them. she came home one Saturday morning with small posts and short fence material, and started to install what she thought was needed.    She installed posts one, two, and three. She was putting in post four when she noticed Little Bit had pulled outpost one. Then out came post two. She yelled at him, and then reached over and whacked hm on the behind.    Little Bit looked at Norma, raised hs leg, and wet her down but good.    He then ran off looking for Dad, saying, "Where are you, Dad? She's after me!"    Yes, you could hear Norma. She was only a few seconds behind, and her words left little doubt about what she wanted to do with Little Bit.    It took time, but Norma found that a rabbit could show love in its own way, and she appreciated Little Bit as a free-roaming family pet. One day, afterwatching him do his own thing, Norma turned to me and asked, "Ed, why dont you write a book about what you've found that a rabbit really likes to do?"    And so was born the book series of Pok'along, and how to form a friendship.       

A gold trophy and metal for Scholarship, Loyalty and Achievement when in school in Michigan and a silver metal from the Michigan Forensic Association.