I procrastinated as long as I could, then a few days longer. But even I could only put it off so long. Rabbits are… let’s just say prolific, so there’s no point in having three bucks for just four does. Two of the bucks had to be butchered. Uhh… Sorry. Harvested.
Bella decided to watch, not really understanding what was going on with “her” rabbits. I’ll skip the gory details, but suffice it to say, she was not happy when she realized what was happening. She kept demanding, “Why are you killing the rabbits? Don’t kill the rabbits!” This went on for a few minutes, Bella pacing back and forth behind me in her filthy pink Dora Crocs, insisting that I “must not kill the rabbits!”
Then came the epiphany. As I peeled back the skin, revealing the white meat beneath, I heard from right beside me, “Ooooh, cool! Rabbits have chicken inside!”