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 watch her come home from
school and head straight out to it's 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 hopped 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 my JD.
Within the hour the neighbor's 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:
"DDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!"
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?"
