Thursday, October 17, 2013
Mr. McGregor and the Rabbits of Grammy's Garden
That night at dinner, when the girls were telling about the rabbits, their grandfather laughed. He'd found their den a few months ago tucked neatly in a lavender sage, saw dozens of the infant bunnies sweetly laying atop one another so fury and cute. Perfect little souls fast asleep. He'd thought to take a shovel and murder them where they lay. Crush and bury them deep in the garden as a warning to any other trespassing critters. These are the days he's glad he didn't. Of course, he's overrun with silly Flopsies and Mopsies now, but who's counting?