3 Responses to “Calm down lil' fella…”

1. nullasalus Says:
   September 8th, 2007 at 2:37 pm

   General Woundwort looks cuter than I remember.

Comment by nullasalus — September 8, 2007 @ 2:37 pm

2. MikeGene Says:
   September 8th, 2007 at 2:47 pm

   And yet there endured the legend that somewhere out over the down there lived a great and solitary rabbit, a giant who drove the elil like mice and sometimes went to silflay in the sky. If ever great danger arose, he would come back to fight for those who honored his name. And mother rabbits would tell their kittens that if they did not do as they were told, the General would get them - the General who was first cousin to the Black Rabbit himself. Such was Woundwort's monument: and perhaps it would not have displeased him.

Comment by MikeGene — September 8, 2007 @ 2:47 pm

3. Joy Says:
   September 8th, 2007 at 3:30 pm

   LOL! Oh, I've just gotta tell a rabbit story, since this is an open thread and I can. One night while driving home in the dark from the power plant where they worked, my husband and brother nearly ran over a big white rabbit in the road. Being a notorious turtle and owl savior, my brother shouted "Stop the car!" and jumped out to see what in the world this obviously domesticated critter was doing on the road in the middle of the night. Sure enough, he brought it home and "Alice" (a male) became a household member.

   He was big enough that the siamese female and Maine Coon male weren't able to dominate him. In fact, he took to using the cat box quite naturally and never left pellets for us to clean up after. He and the cats would often roll through the dining room locked in mortal combat, and that rabbit chased those cats around mercilessly. He outweighed the siamese by more than a few pounds, and nearly met the Maine Coon in heft. The coon always got the better of him, though. His claws were sharper…

   My father who was always anti-pet (don't get attached, they're just animals) came to visit, and was not entirely floored that we had a giant white house-rabbit that wrestled with cats and used the box. He was watching TV one night after we'd gone to bed, in a recliner with his feet up. Alice jumped up onto the footrest and systematically pulled his socks off, just because they were there. Dad laughed and laughed about it, telling us he loved to visit just to see what the critters were up to. At the time we had that darned goat who thought she was a dog, and a Great Horned Owl who lived in the back of a panel truck off the driveway just because he could (brother had saved him too, broken wing).

   All went well until one morning when I woke up to big clamor in the main portion of the house. Seems the rabbit decided my brother, who had fallen asleep the night before on the couch, was a fine substitute for the cat box (you know how cats always 'miss' the box when it gets too full), and had thoroughly wet him down. Not a good way to wake up.

   Bro' was chasing that darned rabbit all around the house shouting something about rabbit stew for dinner, with the kids chasing him begging him not to do it.

   It worked out fine - we gave the rabbit to the friend who had given us the goat, since he raised them and had nice outside cages. For food and pelts, but we didn't explain that to the kids. There was no rabbit stew for dinner at our house that night. I won't speak for our farmer friend…

Comment by Joy — September 8, 2007 @ 3:30 pm

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