My grandfather grew up thinking that Bess was his mother, but when he was thirteen she sat him down and confessed that she had found him as a feral toddler in a rabbit warren.
She managed to call the terriers off and rescued the terrified child, taking him home and bringing him up as her own. Grandfather had always wondered why he had an affinity with the local wildlife and an unusual fondness for lettuce.
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