This is Nummy. From “Life With Roozle.”

Casey Carey-Brown, a Boston woman who blogs about her daughter “Roozle,” has chronicled a harrowing story about childhood trauma narrowly averted by big-hearted transit workers. It concerns Roozle’s toy bunny Nummy, pictured above. (Roozle is the human child, Nummy is the bunny. I just don’t want you getting confused and thinking this was almost way worse than it almost was.)

Here’s the setup:

Today, Nummy had a great day at school and just before the train arrived to pick us up at Stony Brook, Roozle told us that Nummy was a little scared of the train and she needed to tell her it was okay, trains aren’t scary.

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We got off the train at the very next stop, at Green Street. Just as we were getting off the train, somehow Nummy jumped out of Roozle’s stroller and out of her grasp and fell between the platform and the train, right onto the tracks. The entire train gasped. Nummy was gone. Roozle immediately started screaming, “My friend! Nummy! She fell on the tracks and now a train is going to run her over! She will be squished by the train! On the tracks! I NEED MY FRIEND!!!” I ran ahead to find anyone who could help us. Luckily there was one MBTA worker in the lobby who calmly picked up her phone and called to the next train that was coming.

The conductor who got that call responded by STOPPING THE TRAIN (during rush hour!), rescuing the bunny, and setting her gently back on the platform to be reunited with her human BFF. If you’re not making James Van Der Face right now I’m not sure we can be friends.

Nummy is maybe not over her fear of trains? I mean, I wouldn’t be, but I don’t know a toy rabbit’s life. But Roozle, at least, has reason to believe that the Boston metropolitan transit authority is staffed by some amazing human beings.

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