April 8th 2012 1:07 pm
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I normally like Rabbits. A rabbit of Suburbia will spy me, and sit completely still, with just a wee twitch of it's hasenpfeffer whiskers. Then when it realizes that it is Huntress Pennie on the prowl, off the hasenpfeffer goes, FLASH, across the yard. I have even caught a few hasenpfeffer, crunch, munch, burp.
The Mutant Mythical Rodents of Easter are wrong. Just plain wrong.
"Normal" rabbits do not grow to the size of an Easter Bunny. The Easter Bunny is obviously a mutant from the dark era of the Manhattan Project Research, migrated to the MidWest from the Nevada Nuclear Test Grounds, the Oak Ridge Research Facility, or perhaps the Hanford Site.
Yet, I am supposed to welcome these Mutant Radioactive Rabbits into MY 0.46 acres of Suburbia, and eagerly accept their proffered chocolates, with no fear for the life of my family.
I am a genuine proponent of Family Dinners. Especially dinners that involve steaks, hamburgers, and bread. I simply see no reason why I must invite a Mutant Mythical Rodent into my home in order to get a few bits of beef and a side of bread.
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Inbite a wabbit intu my howse so my Dadda can eat chokwit??? Him can go tu da store fur dat!
No wabbit r eber comin' intu my howse...'cept fur one guy. Dere r a MEATZ™ Bunny, tu, wite??