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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
What He Saw, What She Said
You've heard some pretty good stories over the years. This one is better, but before you hear it you are going to have to conjure up your own mental images. I'm not putting out. It is also imperative to know that in our pool house lives "the wayback machine", our pool house fridge.
WHAT HE SAW:
You have seen the movie and know of the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog, the beast with a viscous streak a mile wide. Only the holy hand grenade of Antioch could dispatch it. Well, one of the rabbit's descendants lived in Mayberry, in fact here at The Park.
I went to retrieve vittles for our Christmas Eve party and happened upon the carcass of the Killer Rabbit's descendant, who ceremoniously had leapt, from a standing stop, to the top of the way back machine, believing with all his heart it was in fact, a ceremonial altar, upon which, saluting the Judean People's Front, he committed ritual suicide. That's my story. It's the only viable explanation, which fits all the variables, for finding a previously live rabbit, in a closed room, 6 feet off the ground. Unless of course it's Harvey, which this is not.
WHAT SHE SAID:
Foolishly, I mentioned my finding, and got an earful of this. "Something snatched that rabbit, so if you so much as let that puppy out unescorted, you'll be next on the top of the way back machine." Loving, no?
I'm certain one of her flying monkeys grabbed the bunny, but can't prove it.
The header photo is of a neighbor's house. I hope to buy it after my third lottery win.