There was a total FALSE alarm on this a few days ago:
I did find it highly unlikely that he was in Paris.
I think every single parent has gone through the trauma of a child losing a beloved stuffed animal. We always try and remember to buy a duplicate but that would’t matter anyway because it wouldn’t be the same thing, it wouldn’t be as worn and adored and have the right that smell that only comes from a kid sleeping with it nightly and napping with it and lugging it all over the place. Mr. Rabbit must be returned! From The Daily Mail:
‘His neck has no stuffing left from being hugged so much so flops to one side and his ears smell like Olbas Oil.
The toy, a present from Ruby’s grandmother when Ruby was just one day old, was lost somewhere between Carnaby Street and Oxford Street, where Ruby’s family had lunch, and East Dulwich, to which they took the Tube and train.
One of the sweetest aspects of this story is if you go to Zoe’s Facebook page and look through her (really adorable) photographs you can see so many of Ruby with Mr. Rabbit, he is in almost every photograph of her, and he was a gift from her grandmother when she was just one day old.
I’m very tempted to buy my own Jelly Cat bunny and send Ruby a postcard with a picture of it and say it is Mr. Rabbit’s long lost cousin in America and that we are hoping he is returned safely. I’m officially invested in this. I want Mr. Rabbit home with Ruby where he belongs now! I will be following this story and will update as soon as we have news!