bubbles
John
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| what do we have here!?! looks like someone gave me a column! suppose i better enter something... fucking a!
well, for my first entry i'm going talk about all the rabbits i had so far in my lifetime i will tell you everything, the good times right down to the hard times.
it all started when i was about 7. one sunny summers day, i went over to my cousin’s place. he was a fair bit older, and we used to do a lot of bad stuff… nah, we really just went to the church to pray and stuff, honest. well, on this particular day we popped into my cousin’s mate, who had some wild rabbits in his garden. he said i could have one! an animal to call my own, just what i wanted! i managed to catch a kind of brown, grey haired rabbit, and after a quick phone call to the folks, and 1 hour of begging i was allowed bring him home to keep.
his life was very short-lived. after about 3 weeks, the bastard thing managed to escape, leaving me all alone again. i guess he was just a bit too wild. my parents then decided to get me a nice rabbit from a pet shop… however this was not the case.
we got the rabbit, and we named him snowy because he was jet white with just red eyes. the first few weeks where fine, the rabbit was normal, then things turned ugly. all of a sudden snowy turned vicious. people still say to me today rabbits can’t be evil, but snowy was. it had gotten to the stage that every time we went out the back garden, snowy would attack us! although he never managed to bite me, i remember my dad running into the house bleeding many occasions. the little bastard used to bite right through my dad jeans and take a lump from him. anytime by mother went out to hang the washing up, she had to bring the sweeping brush with here, to hit the rabbit as it attacked her. for 2 months, our own back garden was a no go zone.
then the rabbit started to get weird. the little fluffy white-eyed demon used to sit up on the wall of the garden beside the wild cats!!! without a bother on him. this of course amazed us. one saturday night, we where all in the house, watching some tv when all of a sudden we heard a cat scream! we thought that finally a cat attacked snowy and that we would be able to venture out to the back garden once again. the next morning we went out, expecting to be able to fuck the rabbits corpse over the wall into the farmers field, but what we found amazed us.
there, by the wall snowy used to sit on was a dead cat, with a lump missing from its neck. snowy was still hopping around the back garden, with bloodstains around its mouth. the cat obviously did something snowy didn’t agree with, and the punishment was death.
for the next couple of months, our garden was still a no go. then it happened, 1986 and hurricane charlie (or the tail end) hit dublin. it was a stormy night and when we went out the garden the next morning, where was snowy, lying there lifeless! alleluia! snowy was dead! we where then able to fuck his corpse over the wall, and that was the end of that. the garden was now ours again!
nothing much happened rabbit wise in my life for a few more years, as the snowy incident but me off.
5 years ago however, we where then living in a another house, so we decided to get a rabbit to help get rid of my mothers phase of planting flowers problem. so we went down to the pet shop, and we picked up a lovely brown floppy eared rabbit. (guess what we called him) floppy lived happily with us for nearly a year, he was a great rabbit, we all got on well with him. one day however, he went missing. we suspect he was stolen as he was a nice friendly rabbit, looked cute and gave good head.
after floppy went missing, we decided to get 2 more rabbits, another trip down to the pet shop was taken, and we returned with 2 jet black rabbits. one male, one female. now we knew the problems with rabbits, so we decided to get the male rabbits balls cut off to avoid a scene similar to that famous episode of star trek. so the 2 rabbits lived happily together in the back garden for several weeks.
it was the october weekend, and my folks and brother where away for the weekend. i went out the sunday morning, and there where loads of little baby rabbits running around!!! the mother must have gotten pregnant in the pet shop, her being the slut she was. there where 7 baby rabbits, all really cute and fluffy looking. after a couple of weeks, when the rabbits where old enough we offloaded them to the pet shop. i decided to keep one for myself, a jet black one with a lovely white nose. i called it cornelius. cornelius stealth in fact, due to his amazing speed at dashing around the garden.
as cornelius got older we discovered he was a male when one day i walked out into the garden only to catch him fucking his own mother. rabbits appear to have lower morals than us humans. the mother then gave birth to 8 babies. by this stage, cornelius and myself where very close, he would come when i called him and i even house trained him! (rabbits are actually very easy to house train) for over a year cornelius and myself where very close. when i was watching tv, he would come in, and sit on my shoulder. one some of the cold winter nights; he would sleep at the end of my bed. he was a great friend indeed.
meanwhile, out in the back garden, the rabbit problem exploded, badly, we weren’t able to get rid of the second lot of babies. then soon grew up, and started to shag each other, as well as the mother. they had the whole garden dug up with a network of burrows. at one stage, we had over 40 rabbits living in our back garden. at the time about 15 of them where babies. i remember when they where still young, going out in the dark (the only time they would come out because they where so young) and you would lie down, and they would come and hop all over you. we finally got rid of them all except for the original 2 and cornelius. we then got cornelius balls cut off to stop it happening again.
the next few months went on fine. cornelius and myself continued to be close, the stuff he got up to was mad. used to be good to come from work, to see the 3 rabbits playing with each other in the garden. then it happened, one of the worst things in my life….
one sunny summers morning, i went out to the garden to feed the rabbits before work and there laid cornelius, lying there, with his head missing. there was no sight of the other male rabbit, he was missing. the mother was injured and hiding in the shed, but cornelius body lay there. i was heart broken. and i admit, i shed a few tears as i buried him at the end of the garden. the mother was in shock. we brought her indoors hoping she would recover, but she sat there, breathing deeply. the vet could do nothing. two days later, i came home form work, to walk into the kitchen; there my youngest brother was on his knees holding the mother rabbit on his lap, crying his eyes out. she had just died in his arms. it never hit me till then, but my brother was as close to his rabbit, the mother, as i was to cornelius.
we never found out what happened to the rabbits, our guess is that a fox got into the back garden that night.
we have never had any other pets since then, no other pet could replace cornelius, and i don’t want any other to try.
cornelius and family - rip – your sadly missed.
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