Rabbit's
First post ever so take it easy (ohh aye n it's long so be patient)........

Rabbits, not mine but a neighbours. Bunny was called Thumper and was forever escaping from his run and munching the plants in my garden.

One day got home from work to find said bunny had, by the looks of things escaped about five minutes after I had left for work that morning and had been doing a number on anything flowery in the garden ever since.

Sooooo pissed I started to chase Thumper around the garden in a futile attempt at catching him so I could return the (by now) fat little git to his cage.

Picture it, Big garden, lots of trees, fast little rabbit, me......

10 minutes later the I'm hyperventilating as I run around garages and in between trees in a futile attempt to rattle (sorry catch) the little shit, needless to say by then the shutters were down and I'm looking to turn the little cnut into a hat.....

Thumper must have "sensed" that I was no longer playing tig with him and was by now out to see if rabbit's feet really were lucky (until this point his had been because they had kept him away from me).....

Off he runs down the path around the side of the house which was lined with a fence, mistake because we are now going a straight line and I have a fighting chance of getting (sorry catching him) before I die......

Just as were about to come out into the back garden widdle Thumper attempts an emergency stop just as I decide to flick his back legs out from under him in an attempt to trip him/catch him before I expire.........

So running flick is no longer a running flick but a full contact boot, right up his...... well he was running away from me so work it out.

We now have the worlds largest wingless bat flying arse over tit through the air in front of me as we both exit the end of the building into the back garden (at this point I'm also horizontal as it's now my plan to land on the little fur ball and stop hit limping off cause I'm done).

As I'm doing this I suddenly become aware of (what is now) a very scared little paper girl standing about to deliver the local teatime rag as we both fly through the air about 3 foot of the ground..

When I eventually stand up with stunned wabbit hanging from my paw, I looks at said little paper person and says "rabbit tig, he loves it" and jog of sharpish before she calls for mummy.

She never delivered papers to my house again for some strange reason.......

There done, unfortunately I cant say the same about the rabbit who made a full recovery......

(No pets, animals or children were damaged during the reconstruction of this story).............
(Dark Matter All The Wonders In The World & We Invent Boredom, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 11:32, Reply)