My wife found this story on Facebook. “So I just got back home from work. My dog is laying on the back patio covered in dirt with a rabbit in his mouth. The Rabbit’s not bloody, just dirty. Now, my neighbor’s kids raise these Blue Ribbon WINNER Rabbits. I instantly knew it was one of their rabbits. So I took the rabbit away from my dog, I rushed inside, washed all the dirt off it before my neighbors could come home.
It was stiff but I heard some animals play dead when they are AFRAID, I couldn’t remember which animals because I was NERVOUS. I took it and placed it back in one of the cages, then I ZOOMED back home. NOT 30 minutes later, I hear my neighbors screaming. so I go out and ask them what’s wrong? They tell me their rabbit died three days ago and they buried it but now it’s back in the cage.”
When my wife read this to me I could not stop laughing. It was the funniest thing I have heard in years. Whether that story is true or not, I can’t help but picture something like that happening in real life. If it did, I wonder if the neighbor came clean with her role of the zombie rabbit. Or, did she leave that family and those kids thinking their property was some kind of Pet Cemetery out of a Stephen King Novel?
The one rabbit story I know is true goes like this and it is the best Easter story I have heard.
“Jesus, the Resurrection, Easter Bunny, chocolate, candy, colored eggs and more. What do you think of when you think of Easter? I think of the ripped apart dead bodies of rabbits. It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend. One Easter day a friend of a friend explained on the phone, the Easter from Hell. It was a single mother who lived in the deep south. She was a mother of three young kids and Easter had something of a secular tradition at her house.
Each year the woman would fill up these little plastic shopping carts with Easter baskets and chocolate bunnies and eggs. She would place the shopping carts in front of the front door, outside on the porch. When the children would wake up on Easter morning they would run into her room asking whether the Easter Bunny came or not. The mother would go tell them to look and all the kids would go running for the front door and open it to find their Easter surprise.
Well, one Easter started out in this similar manner. The children came running into her room all excited asking if the Easter Bunny came. The mom told them to go and see. The kids took off like a bat out of hell. She could hear them running down the stairs toward the front door. A smile crossed her lips as she anticipated the shrieks of joy when the kids saw their baskets. She heard the door open and what came next were not shrieks of joy but blood-curdling screams. Complete chaos broke out.
he mother jumped up and grabbed her robe and started running down the stairs. As she got to the door she realized what had happened. Their two dogs got hold of a wild rabbit right outside the front door and were tearing it apart limb by limb! The children were screaming because they thought that the dogs had killed the Easter Bunny! The moment they opened the door was the moment the rabbit’s head was torn from the body.
Their shocked faces were frozen while they stood there perceiving that the Easter Bunny was being ripped apart. There were blood and guts everywhere. The whole ordeal was out of control. After she got the kids to calm down, she had to explain to them that it wasn’t the actual Easter Bunny but just one of his helpers that got eaten by the dogs.”
For me, I have had rabbits as pets and I also loved flying down to the Princess Casino in Freeport, Bahamas and eating their glazed rabbit at their buffet bar every weekend. Say what you want about the interaction between dogs and rabbits. Our interaction as humans with these furry creatures is just as dichotomous.