I wont stop chasing them with love, but the part of the runaway bunny story that changes everything is the outside manipulations continuously twisting every outpouring of love to look like pathetic desperation, and telling them whatever it takes to make me look bad and them look good. At least, to my bunnies, somehow. I even could have backed off, if I thought they were safe, and loved, or had even one adult they could trust to have their best interest at heart. I keep reaching out and they keep telling them I am a stalker. What kind of people would tell a child that it is stalking if their mother tells them they love them.