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He woke to a phone call.

He woke to a phone call. Blindly, he reached for his phone, slapping his glasses into the floor in the process.
    "Hello..?" He answered, groggily.
    "Hey, it's Catherine from the office. We found a bunny abandoned in another apartment. Would you like to take him in?"
    He was wide awake now. 
    "Oh. Um, certainly. Let me get ready, and I'll come to the office to get him."
    "Wonderful. Thank you so much. I didn't want to have to call animal control to come and get him."
    Ten minutes later had Rena walking down to the office. He entered apprehensively, not used to just being able to walk in at the drop of a hat, but the receptionist welcomed him excitedly.
    "Hey, thanks for coming. The bunny is over here." She led him to a cage that was far too small for the bunny inside, with far too little hay for the little guy, and the wrong type of water dispenser.
    "Thank you for calling me when you did. This little guy is in rough shape." Rena crouched down to the bunny's level. "Hey, little fella. I'm gonna take real good care of you, yeah?"
    After talking to the receptionist for a few minutes about proper care for a bunny, Rena picked the cage up and brought it back to his apartment. 
    The first thing he did was get the bunny a bowl of water and take the hamster water container out. The bunny ended up going through three bowls of water with how thirsty he was. 
    "Alright," Rena sat on the floor, feeding treats to the bunny, "Let's think of a proper name for you."
    The bunny was a light brown, almost orange, with white spots on his chest and nose. 
    "What about... Chai? You kinda look like a chai latte."
    The bunny didn't seem to have any complaints.
    "Chai it is. Welcome to the family, little one."
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