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Rabbit
Years ago while lying in my hammock and drinking JD from
the bottle I noticed my dog dragging something under the
fence. Upon inspection, to my dismay, I realized it was
the next door neighbor's 10 year old daughter's rabbit.
For years I had watched her come home from school and head
straight out to its cage, free it and play with it in the
yard. I knew today would be no different and fearing for
our dog, I had to think fast.
The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a
struggle, so I washed it off with the hose, combed it with
the Dog brush and blew it dry with the leaf blower. Upon
finishing it's grooming I jumped the fence and replaced
back in it's cage hoping it's death would be written off
as "natural causes".
Back to the hammock and JD. Within the hour the neighbors
Volvo pulled in as usual and out popped the little girl,
and as usual she headed straight for the cage. Only this
time she stopped about six feet away and screamed: "DDDDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her father panic stricken stood looking at the cage. Being
the good neighbor that I am I rushed to fence and asked
if there was anything I could do.
Her father less than calmly blurted, "What kind of
sick individual would dig up a little girl's dead rabbit
and put it back in it's cage?!?!"
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