A symbol of what just occurred; not the actual bunny I saw Sunny consume.
It’s the day after Easter and I just saw our border collie Sunshine snacking on a baby rabbit.
At first I thought it was a mouse, the creature was so small, but as soon as Sunny dropped it, I noticed the long ears, the big hind legs, the little limbs twitching in a desperate attempt to stay alive. It was an Easter tragedy.
As soon as Sunny saw me, she dropped her kill and scampered over. The bunny, meanwhile, struggled to stand up and hobble away.
“Sunny!” I yelled. “Finish what you started! Go on! Put the poor creature out of her misery!”
Sunny just looked at me as if we were sharing a Hallmark moment, all gooey with love.
(A little background on Sunny: We think she was a romance novelist in a former life. She hates work of any sort, preferring to sip tea and eat crumpets while staring longingly into her masters’ eyes….. or anyone’s eyes, for that matter. She does not discriminate when it comes to doling out the passion.)
“Sunny! Eat! The! Bunny!”
She continued to look at me with daffodils and butterflies in her eyes.
“Damn dog! Go write your poetry!” I went back inside the house, thinking if I left her alone, she might get her head back in the cycle-of-life game and resume her kill.
It’s been 15 minutes and I now see Sunny resting on the front porch, contentedly licking her lips, probably wishing her Lord Byron would come and lick the bunny nuggets from her teeth.
There’s a convoluted Easter omen in here somewhere.
All original content © 2012 by Jessie Knadler
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the story was better than a charlie brown special
Bill, that is the highest compliment I’ve ever been paid.