This morning, we were clearing out part of the burrow, ready to decorate it (though we still haven't decided what colour), when Clarissa found a box of old photographs.
"Who are these rabbits?" she said, "They look so funny in their old clothes." (You can click on the picture above to see the photos more clearly.)
"The one in the top hat is my Grandpa Robert. I was named after him."
"I'm going to work out your family tree," said Clarissa, laying out the photographs on the table.
"I don't think we have a family tree. We're rabbits; we live in burrows, not trees."
"No; look at this. There's your grandparents at the top, then your parents in the middle, and then you at the bottom. It's a hierarchy."
"If I'm at the bottom, does that mean I'm the lowerarchy?" I said.
Clarissa rolled her eyes. "I know what we'll do. Over the next few days, we'll try to find out more about your ancestors, and you can draw pictures of them."