Posted by Jacob on March 29, 2001 at 16:39:26:
When we were little, my brother and I got two white rabbits for Easter, we named them Peter and Cottontail. They had to go live with my grandparents on their farm in Oklahoma, since that's where animals live, of course. We always looked forward to seeing our rabbits when we visited the farm. Sometimes they would be big ("fat" as my father said), sometimes they would have babies, and sometimes they would be much smaller ("they lost weight" as Dad said). We were told our granddad sold the babies to other kids in town. One day I found the rabbit skins hanging in his garage, and was later told the "chicken" we ate at dinner wasn't really chicken. We had been eating our rabbits for years. This is a true story.
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