Poor 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??”