If you look closely, you can see it. It's her brother's handiwork. Or shovelwork, as the case may be. It's her first black eye.
It doesn't look like much now, especially in a picture, but last night there was quite a bit of swelling. What I would like to know is how you "accidentally" whack someone in the face with a snow shovel. Wait--I don't think I want to know.
We took his word for it--it was an accident--but it will still be a very, very long time before the shovels are played with again.
Anna got plenty of attention, and some Motrin. She bounced back quickly, as she usually does. Little trooper. And I told her the story of MY first black eye, which she loved. Poor little bunny. She has no idea that today she looks like a prize fighter who didn't bring home the prize!