A missing student

Here's a picture of my son's "class":

His class does things like reading books (each student gets set on the floor with a book of their own), doing show-and-tell, taking naps, etc. It's so sweet to watch the boy teach his class. Each student seems to get an equal amount of attention, and he likes them all. Each one was hand-picked by the boy from an even larger selection of stuffed animals. (I'm pleased to say that all but one of his stuffed dogs made it into class -- maybe my indoctrination is working!). The boy is also old enough to know if one of the class is missing, and he'll go to look for the missing student.

Soo... You can imagine my dismay when I found this in the living room one day, surrounded by a pile of stuffing(!):

My first words to the husband were "there's been a terrible accident." Thankfully the canine culprit didn't chew the tag off the bunny. My next stop was eBay. Someone had the very same bunny at a great "buy it now" price. Then, I cleaned up the evidence so the boy wouldn't have to view the scene of the crime. Finally, I made up a story to tell the boy when he noticed the bunny's absence, and coordinated this story with the husband. (In case you're wondering, bunny went on vacation to visit his grandparents and was out of class for a week).

Bunny is now back in class, and we don't seem to have missed a beat.

Using my best detective skills, I believe I've identified the perp:

Don't let the innocent face fool you. I caught him carrying another student off the next day (I recovered this student wet but fully intact).

Now I'm militant about the class being put in a tote every night.