An hour later, having used carrots and apples as lures, he was still running away from me. I started to panic. What if I couldn't catch him and he became a wild bun? My heart couldn't bear the thought. I prayed. I pleaded. Finally I decided to lie down next to him. I spoke quietly, offering blades of grass. And after half an hour of lying in the sand and grass, he just let me pick him up.
The wonderful thing is that my sweet bunny could feel my panic. And it drove him away. When I finally gave up and spent some time face to face with him, he relaxed and let me take him home.