Well, at least no one ate the critter. One of the highlights of my sorry life was preparing rabbit for an Easter dinner one year. Everything was going fine until I sort of screwed the pooch by announcing to the three kids at the table that we were eating the Easter Bunny. I'm still living so I guess all this proves is that the family isn't religious or that the kids, now all adults, will need years of therapy. Who knows. Anyway, here's a pic of the rare bunny.
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