Peter was made by my Nan. I loved Peter. This rabbit very nearly ruined a family holiday. I threw an almighty tantrum as we were about to leave the house. Peter was nowhere to be found. There was no way I was going without him. How could you expect a rabbit to fend for himself for 2 weeks? My parents started the search. I imagine there were quite a few expletives muttered under their breath too. Time was running out. We were going to miss the ferry. I was inconsolable, as Peter had disappeared. Mum went to move her car, and there he was sat in the passenger seat safely with his seat belt buckled. Now when middle man throws tantrums about the whereabouts of "My Mickey" I try my hardest to remember that I was the same and the best thing to do is just go and find him.