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May 9th, 2007, 03:24 PM
one time george was mowing our back lawn and he ran over a momma bunny. She had four babies.
Bunny 1: Died from a heart attack on the spot.
we then transferred them to my grandmas so my master hunter cat kiki wouldn't eat them.
Bunny 2: Died in the night when my sister gave it a heart attack while she was walking to the bathroom.
Bunny 3: Also died from a heart attack (damn these things scare easy.) My aunt (who's a nurse) tried to give it CPR (seriously) but there was no helping it.
Now this is the odd one.
There was one bunny left and my sister adored it cause even tho i had been the one feeding the rabbits out of tiny bottles and brushing them for hours on end the bunny she had "claimed" at the begining was still alive. So (even tho i told her not to) she would take it out and chase it around, saying she was "playing with it"
Seeing as these things seem to love having heart attacks, thefact this was lasted as long as it did was surprising. About the third time my sister decided to "play" with the bunny, it happened.
Bunny 4: Killed in the living room, when my sister, in pursuit, stepped on it and ripped its back leg from it's body.
That's right.
Blood went everywhere. I was sitting across the room and heard the thing screaming and flopping up into the air. My sister just stood there with her mouth open. Once it finally stopped moving she burst into tears.
Needless to say my grandma was les upset about the rabbit being dead and more so with the rabbit' body worth of blood strewn across her once-flawless carpet.
She actually made my sister clean it up too.
And that is the story of the 4 baby bunnies and the momma that my dad ran over. The End
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