How my pets abused my pets:My dad built himself an aviary on our balcony, and he had a few canaries and finches in it. He built a little bit in the bottom to house our pure white rabbit (rather appropriatly named Rambo).
So there was a layer of chicken wire between the rabbit bit and the aviary.
My Dad bought some quails to run around on the floor (quails cant fly you see). One morning I get up to feed Rambo, only to find he has chewed through the chicken wire and savaged one of the quails. White rabbit is now blood red rabbit. The other of the two quails is sitting on the top perch of the aviary. Magically defeating gravity, it had flown up in fear.
My Dad reinforced the chicken wire with two layers, but the rabbit back and the quail back on the floor.
Next day, I came back to feed the now cleaned up rabbit. But he was running around the aviary with the other quails arse hanging out of its mouth. Straight to the vets.
(So there was a layer of chicken wire between the rabbit bit and the aviary.
My Dad bought some quails to run around on the floor (quails cant fly you see). One morning I get up to feed Rambo, only to find he has chewed through the chicken wire and savaged one of the quails. White rabbit is now blood red rabbit. The other of the two quails is sitting on the top perch of the aviary. Magically defeating gravity, it had flown up in fear.
My Dad reinforced the chicken wire with two layers, but the rabbit back and the quail back on the floor.
Next day, I came back to feed the now cleaned up rabbit. But he was running around the aviary with the other quails arse hanging out of its mouth. Straight to the vets.
Bud Muhnquai Update your profile or fuck off,
Wed 15 Oct 2003, 11:39,
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