All About Michael Jackson

Last Saturday, my mom and I went out in search of lawn mower blades and hamburger buns. We took my dad’s stylin’ ride minivan (he’s a mountain and road biker), and the CD started playing Thriller.

I’m sure Thriller brings back a lot of interesting memories for people, but it always make me think about my brother. He bought a sporty new car a couple years ago, and for weeks all he would play in the car was Michael Jackson. He said it showed off his sound system really well, and he was right. It is a really nice system. (Full disclosure: I’m fairly envious of the whole car)

Speaking of Michael Jackson, he lives right in my parent’s backyard. He is quite old, is missing one eye and has multiple holes in his front paws.

Michael Jackson is a plastic bunny.

My brother received Michael Jackson as a reward the first time he pooped on the potty like a big boy. He was a beloved toy for many years (see picture below) and eventually became a lawn ornament.



(I have no explanation for this setup or my strange expression)



He has lived in six states and a variety of climates, and has remained a loyal part of our family for more than 25 years. (That’s quite old in plastic bunny years.)

Recently, my parents had some dead trees removed from their backyard, and my mom called to let my brother know that she thought Michael Jackson was a casualty from a falling tree. He requested that the old bunny be buried and not put out with the trash.

Well I have some good news to report! Michael Jackson is not dead!

He was in fact just knocked over and a bit battered. As you can see below, all is well and he has been restored to his spot in the backyard.

 

Long live the King of Pop Plastic Rabbits!