Friday, July 29, 2011
Bullwinkle J. Moose has nothing on Mrs. Bunny.
I have been familiar with Mrs. Bunny's offspring for the last four months. I knew the older kits and the younger ones. I had counted them all, compulsively, and knew their exact number. Four older kits, two younger ones. I caught and sold six kits yesterday. Thank God, I said, for some quiet time for Mrs. Bunny.
I went about my evening. After returning home from the meeting, I went out to make sure there was enough food and water out for Mr. and Mrs. and what do you think I saw? Another bunny. C'mon! It was a two month old, not a new one, but I just want to know where it has been hiding! Where, Mrs. Bunny? You don't even have a hat to pull it out of! (Yes, I know, ending a sentence with a preposition is improper. Deal with it.)
And don't lie to me, Mrs. B. I know it didn't grow in the corn patch. Did it? Did you peel away the husks and there it was? Sounds like a hare-brained story to me. And you're a rabbit.