Baby Bunny
After the trials and tribulations that occurred at this years Glastonbury, I had wholly forgot about the painful journey on the Wednesday morning at about 11am.

Our chartered coach set off from Birmingham at 5am with many of my chums drinking like it had gone out of fashion. None more so than my trusted best mate of 22 years, Joseph. he doesn't mind drinking but he wouldn't put it down as a favorite past-time (I don't understand how is my best mate due to this, but I digress).

The group noticed Josephs erratic behavior at Michael Wood services near Bristol having consumed a fair few cans of Super Tennants as he began smoking (Never has before...) and stealing random items from the services. The rest of the coach (myself not included) were all well on their well to inebriation so rather than put Joseph straight, he was allowed to continue, perhaps I should have nipped his behavior in the bud.

Fast forward a couple of hours....



and then



It had reached the point where the majority of the coach now were all totally snooker loopyed off boxes of wine and gallons of cider alike. The traffic down the country lanes was one moment gridlock for an hour, then a gap in the traffic for 2 miles, then back to gridlock. I nipped for a quick wazz and when I got back, someone was missing. Joseph. His mobile left on the coach.

There had been a huge gap in the traffic and that left us with a mate who had been drinking super tennants from the off, wandering around the Somerset countryside. I jumped off the coach and ran for literally miles, I was the modern Pheidippides.

Eventually after 2 hours of jogging (with cigarette breaks, naturally), I saw him in the distance! Hurrah! I caught up with him, he had been walking the wrong way - Attempting to walk from Somerset to Birmingham, you have to admire his ambition. His first words were actually "Where have you been?", Arsehole. This brings me onto my beautiful moment.

Once I convinced him to change his mind and walk back towards Glastonbury festival which, on checked once home, turned out to be 7 miles from where I found Joseph; we made a move. Up ahead, with one side of the traffic gridlocked, the other was empty and what laid just on the verge was what I believed was a small, dead Rabbit. On closer inspection it was clearly a paralyzed, baby rabbit. It didn't look to be in any pain, it looked to be dying though and in need of peace.

I made the decision to pick the baby rabbit and put it somewhere peaceful, I'm sorry to those who believe I shouldn't have done this or say I should have broke its neck. I'm not trained or haven't a clue how to deal with a dying rabbit, whether it had been knocked down etc - please let me off if I did anything wrong. I couldn't just leave him to die where he was.

Myself and Joseph walked into some woodland, throughout I had been stroking the rabbits head and just reassuring him that everything was ok and that he'd be safe. I made a space in the ground for the rabbit and then covered his whole body except for his head, and said goodbye to him.

I hope you are in a better place baby rabbit.

We then left the woodland continued the long walk back to the coach, we didn't know if it was at Glastonbury, or still in the queue or what. We did find it though in the end (Photo taken from the back of the coach):



Everyone lived happily every after. Except I caught a wild chest infection and spent most of the festival in a tent. Beautiful moments though, ey.



P.s. Just to beat Amorous: "So your story was that your made got pissed and you buried a rabbit?"
(PassTheKhat, Sat 7 Aug 2010, 4:36, 3 replies)

2 clicks.
The first for the fact that you did such a lovely thing, the second for a mental picture of AB fuming over his keyboard - "His mate got drunk! A bloody rabbit!! I'll show him, the little......... oh bugger!"
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Sat 7 Aug 2010, 7:54, closed)

The rabbit bit
made me cry.

That is all. FWIW I think you did a good thing there.

RIP baby rabbit.
(Clarabelle is reverting to type on, Sat 7 Aug 2010, 18:55, closed)

click
hope it wasn't myxomatosis you had!
( The Helpful Bear, Sat 7 Aug 2010, 19:16, closed)