Pam thought about the happiest memory she could. The first time she ever got snowball was a happy memory. The smallest bunny in the bunch was a small little white one. She was different than her brothers and sisters, for they all had brown fur. But this one stood out to Pam, and she bonded with it instantly. But then something else came to mind. Nate. The first time she ever, truely, felt happy was when she was with Nate. She picked a memory, fairly recently, of when her and Nate got together. How happy she had felt. She let the memory fill her mind. She felt happy, and at ease. She looked up at the teacher for what to do next.