The next day was choir practice. Peter was home with a bad cold, again. While the other children were having cookies and juice, Hare-iette gave Lisa a playful push on the shoulder. "I bet you can't catch me." Then she ran, giggling. Lisa chased her. Hare-iette ran to the risers where they stood to sing. She jumped on the highest level and kept running. Suddenly, she fell off the back of the risers. Hare-iette screamed, as only a hare can scream. Everyone came running to see what happened. Hare-iette was wailing, "Miss Amelia, Miss Amelia, help me! My leg, my leg."

Amelia rushed to her. "It's OK Hare-iette, I'll take care of you."

"But it HURTS!!!," she wailed. "I need to go to the vet. I think it's broken!"

"Ssssshh, Hare-iette, try to calm down. Let me look at your leg. Try to move it."

Hare-iette moved her leg, but screamed, "It hurts bad. I need to go to the vet"!

Lisa was standing there. She was crying too. Amelia told her to run and get Hare-iette's coat. She called to Mrs Watts and told her to look after the rest of the children.

When Lisa got back, Amelia wrapped Hare-iette in her coat, picked her up and ran to the car.

Hare-iette was still crying when Amelia carried her into the waiting room. The nurse took them right to an examination room. Dr Conners came in quickly. Hare-iette stopped crying. "What happened?" he asked, looking at Amelia. He stopped and stared at her for a moment.

"This is Miss Ross," Hare-iette said, "she's our choir director. She's really nice. She's not married either".

"Nice to meet you, Miss Ross." He looked a little flustered. When he shook hands with Amelia, he seemed to hold on longer than usual.

Amelia blushed, then hurried to tell him what happened. He examined Hare-iette's leg. Finally, he told her that there was no real damage. He gave Hare-iette some pills, the hare equivalent of aspirin. He told her to go home and rest her leg. She should be fine in the morning.

Just then Amelia's phone rang and she stepped outside the door to answer it. Hare-iette immediately reached up to the doctor and whispered, "Miss Ross is really pretty, isn't she?"

Dr Conners actually blushed. "Yes, she is, Hare-iette."

"Why don't you ask her out, Doctor?"

The vet ruffled the hair on Hare-iette's head and whispered, "I just met her, I couldn't do that."

"Sure you can."

Amelia came back in the room. "That was Lisa on the phone. I told her you were going to be alright."

Hare-iette gave the doctor a pleading look. Then climbed off the examination table by herself, forgetting all about her leg.

The doctor told Amelia that Hare-iette would be fine. She was probably more scared than hurt.

On the way home Hare-iette said, "Don't you think Dr Conners is cute, Miss Amelia?"

Amelia blushed, "Yes, Hare-iette, and he seems nice too."

Amelia carried Hare-iette into the house and told me everything that had happened. Hare-iette seemed fine that evening, but I'd almost say she seemed a little depressed.