Recently, my father informed me of an addition to his household. My sisters adopted a rabbit. Picked up a leash and everything. He and I have made jokes about fattening it up to make stew. These jokes are not always jokes. I'd say it's been close to twenty years since I've eaten rabbit. Never too late to start again.
Two days ago, a new cage and small black rabbit showed up at my house. The rabbit's name is Amy. I didn't name it. The owner of the animal did. I tried to convinced him to rename the rabbit Stewie. He isn't listening. That's ok; he's only eight.
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