Years ago while lying in my hammock and drinking JD from the bottle I noticed my dog dragging something under the fence. Upon inspection, to my dismay, I realized it was the next door neighbor’s 10-year old daughter’s rabbit. For years I had watched her come home from school and head straight ou to it’s cage, free it and play with it in the yard. I know today would be no different and fearing for our dog, I had to think fast.

The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a struggle. So I washed it off with the hose, combed it with the dog brush and blew it dry with the leaf blower. Upon finishing it’s grooming I jumped the fence and replaced it back in it’s cage hopoin it’s death would be writeen off as “natural causes”.

Back to the hammock and JD. Within the hour the neighbors’ Volvo pulled in as usual and out popped the little girl, and as usualy she headed straight for the dage. Only this time she stopped about isx feet away and screamed, “DDDDDAAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her father, panic-stricken, stood looking at hte cage, Being the good neighbor that I cam I rushed to the fence and asked if there was anything I could do.

Her father less than calmly blurted, “WHAT KIND OF SICK INDIVIDUAL WOULD DIG UP A LITTLE GIRL’S DEAD RABBIT AND PUT IT BACK IN IT’S CAGE????”