There is a rabbit named Ted.

One day Ted is hopping along the road when he sees a mouse in a trap. He walks over, and the mouse, whose name is Enrique Gonzales (no relation to speedy), explains that if Ted helps him out of the trap, he can share the cheese in it, which is why the mouse got caught in the first place.

Ted considers this for a while. There is a carrot buried in the ground nearby, and he pulls it out and chews on it thoughtfully.

“This is really starting to hurt,” says Enrique, twisting in the trap. “I could really use your help.”

“I’m not a big fan of cheese, though,” says Ted.

“Fine, I have a timeshare in Miami,” sighs Enrique. “I don’t like to mention it because people think that I’m superficial. But it’s there, and if you help me out here, it’s yours three months a year.”

“Four months,”replies Ted.

“But we only have it six months a year!”

“Four months or you stay trapped.”

“Fine,” sighs Enrique again. “Four months a year.”

“Sold!” says Ted, and helps Enrique out of the trap. They go directly to the bank, where Enrique takes the timeshare contract out of his safe deposit box and writes up a new one.

Seven years later, the winter is over and Ted and his rabbit wife, whose name is Nancy, are staying at the timeshare in Miami, and who happens to stop by but his old friend Enrique and his mouse wife Lucille.

They decide to have some wine, and Ted leads the party out to the patio. The sun sets on the ocean, and the faint tones of samba mix with the waves and drift up the coast from the nightclubs to the south. The wine is poured, and the four of them sit and drink wine, listening to the ocean, watching the sunset, and chatting about their lives.

“Boy,” says Enrique, “remember how we met? I was in that trap, and you helped me out.”

“I sure did,” says Ted the rabbit. “I sure did.”