Rambo

So we purchased the new teddy brought him home and are eagerly awaiting the Eureka moment when we think of a suitable name.
None of your wishy-washy names here – no fluffykins or bunny – we’re thinking along the lines of either Rambo, Freddie or Buster.
The older boys have had teddies since they were babies – Bo and Teddy. Bo’s a yellow and green dinosaur, Teddy’s just your run-of-the-mill standard issue brown fluffy ted. The two toys are like family members and it’s taken as read that the husband and I would lay down our lives if either the two were in mortal peril.
Like the time Bo got stuck up on the roof of a two-storey house. He didn’t get there himself, the husband was throwing him up in the air for a joke and he got stuck in the chimney.
Nobody, not least the husband, was laughing when he had to get out the old rickety and woodworm eaten ladders from the depths of the garage and attempt a rescue using sewer rods in a force seven gale as two small children wailed below.
In a shock move, the rabbit is pure white and therefore extremely difficult to hide the inevitable stains on when the child becomes so attached to the thing it joins us for, and in, dinner. I asked the shop assistant did the same rabbit come in spaghetti bolognese colour. She said no.
And so here we begin our adventure with Rambo the rabbit. Long live Rambo.