My name is Mabel Chase.
Some people say I’m a sweety heart.
Not everyone agrees.
Sometimes life isn’t even fair.
Like for instance I don’t have one single pet in my whole life.
This is not a good situation because I am keener on pets than most people are.
I know one hundred breeds of dog and I am up-to-date on the life cycle of a guinea pig.
Pets are better than sleepovers and ice cream.
Pets are my favourite subject of conversation.
Mum and Dad say I am too young for a pet of my own.
They say I am not responsible enough.
When they say this I scream and shout rude things.
Then Dad says, “That’s what I’m talking about,” and sends me to my room and also he gives Mum a look over my head that he thinks I can’t notice but I can.
I am a noticing sort of girl.
I tell my mum and dad that actually they don’t know what they’re talking about.
I shout that quite a few people my age have a pet of their own.
I shout that lots of people at my school have two pets.
Florence Carter has so many pets she can’t even count them up on two hands.
She says it would take her three weeks to count them.
Florence Carter lives on a farm in the real countryside.
On farms you have so many pets you don’t even notice them.
Florence Carter has too many animals.
For example, inside her kitchen, Florence Carter has got two dogs and four cats and three hamsters.
Inside her bedroom, Florence Carter has a ferret.
Florence Carter thinks a ferret is an everyday sort of pet when anyone could tell her that ferrets are rare.
Florence Carter is quite a spoilt girl.
Florence Carter has chickens that roam free all day long until it gets dark.
At dark, Florence Carter has her own special job of putting the chickens away so they won’t get eaten by a fox.
Florence Carter doesn’t like getting the chickens in.
Florence Carter moans about chickens from morning till night.
Florence Carter takes chickens for granted.
But even Florence Carter is not as spoilt as my sister Meg.
That’s because yesterday my sister Meg got a true-life rabbit for her birthday.
This is the whole tragedy of my life. Anyone can tell that I am the rabbit-y one in this family.
I have rabbit wallpaper and rabbits on my bed and I have a rabbit alarm clock, too.
Everybody knows that I am keener on pets than anybody else in this house.
Mum and Dad know that I am the one who really needs a pet.
Meg’s new rabbit is called Henry and he has silky fur and a wooffly nose.
Henry is just my type of rabbit.
When Meg opened Henry’s cage she made a squealing sound.
I thought, Henry is quite scared of that squealing.
When Meg picked Henry up she squeezed him tightly.
I thought, Henry does not look at all comfortable with Meg.
When Meg looked at Henry she couldn’t stop giggling.
I thought, it is quite rude of Meg to laugh at a poor little bunny rabbit on his first day in a new house.
If I had a new rabbit for my birthday, I would not laugh at my rabbit.
If I had had a brand-new rabbit of my own I would keep an eye on it all day long without stopping.
But my sister Meg only spent the morning keeping an eye on Henry.
After breakfast Meg went to the shops with Dad to spend her birthday money.
She just whizzled out of the front door and waved goodbye.
She had forgotten that she even owned a true-life rabbit of her own.
When I looked out of the window, I saw that sister of mine skip on top of the pavement.
I saw her smiling at Dad.
I saw her jangle her purse full of birthday money.
I thought, it is unkind of Meg to buy even more presents when she has already been given a real-life rabbit.
I tried to tell Mum about Meg being unkind but Mum was digging the garden and listening to the radio.
Mum told me I shouldn’t moan about people when it’s their birthday.
Mum said I was the one being unkind. “Mabel,” said Mum.
“Be a good girl this morning and then we can all eat Meg’s birthday lunch when Meg comes back from the shops.
“Meg deserves to have a fun day and she deserves to have a lovely birthday lunch, too.”
I thought, what about me?
I thought, I deserve to have a lovely day too.
I said some rude things in my quiet voice that Mum can’t hear, except sometimes mums hear more than you think.
Then I crept over to look at Meg’s birthday lunch which was all laid out on the table.
There were all Meg’s favourite things and there were some of my best things too.
There were party rings and sausage rolls and salt and vinegar chippy sticks.
There was jelly and cheese twists.
There was birthday cake with pink frosty icing.
I didn’t even take one chippy stick.
I thought, I am such a good girl.
I thought, I am not the one who is spoilt around here.
I left the birthday lunch all neatly on the table where it belonged and I went to have a look at Henry.
Henry was in his hutch and he did not look happy.
I thought, SOMEONE should be keeping an eye on that rabbit.
I could tell in almost less than a minisecond that Meg was not looking after her rabbit properly.
The only food Henry had was one droopy lettuce leaf.
I thought, that is quite measly of Meg.
I thought, Meg is STARVING that rabbit.
So I had to give Henry a proper lunch.
But Henry did not like party rings, or sausage rolls, or salt and vinegar chippy sticks.
He wouldn’t eat jelly or cheese twists.
He would not go near Meg’s birthday cake, not even the pink frosty icing.
I thought, Henry is quite a waste-y rabbit and Mum does not like waste one tiny bit.
I thought, Mum would want me to do something about all this
