They Were Delicious

I love pets. Dogs, cats, parrots, turtles, and even fish. You know,the common standard every day run of the mill pets. Sometimes though, neighbors and friends get special pets like hamsters, ducks, pigs, and rabbits. This is a little story of a former colleague of mine who received two baby bunnies as presents for Easter.

The story begins with two very cute and adorable bunnies. As mentioned, they were presents to my friends young children. She really didn’t want the rabbits, what with her having a full time job, and already having two dogs and a cat, but the children seemed to be coming attached to the bunnies very quickly. If something wasn’t done soon, the rabbits would become permanent pets.

She brought the bunnies to work one day and began asking around if anyone wanted the bunnies or knew of anyone that did. None of us wanted or knew anyone who did want them and my friend was beginning to feel that she would have these rabbits for a long time. She decided to ask just once more and lo and behold, an employee, (We’ll call her Betsy) said that she would love to have the rabbits. Betsy said she had a farm and had plenty of other animals and these two rabbits would fit in just fine.

The problem was solved, the crisis was averted, and everything was good in life again. Relieved, she handed the cage to Betsy and thanked her again.

Several months later, we all got to talking around the old water cooler and the topic of the rabbits came up. My friend, who gave up the rabbits, inquired to Betsy if she liked the rabbits. Betsy turned to my friend and matter of factly stated, “I loved them. They were delicious.” Hearing this, I had to flee the immediate area so as not to laugh at loud at the situation at hand. I almost made it back to my office before the laughter escaped as I watched a cavalcade of other employees fleeing the same scene for sanctuary as I did.

For months, the water cooler talk was all about the rabbit episode. Soon though, another topic caught our attention and we forgot about the rabbit stew. At least Betsy didn’t say they tasted just like chicken.

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