Friday, August 31, 2012

Don’t worry/ Be hoppy

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it (Albert Smith)

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear (Nelson Mandela)

 All changes even the most longed for have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves: we must die to one life before we can enter another! (Anatole France)

 I put red lipstick on as a final touch. Having washed and blow-dried my hair, I had put on my velvet dress and a waistcoat. And high-heeled boots. I was ready to face the ordeal…


Lily had not even attempted to sneak into my bed last night. I heard her and Izzi snuffling and frolicking at some stage during the night, but chose to ignore their antics. When I awoke and Lily was still in her basket, I said Good Morning! to her. She looked at me then nuzzled down into her basket again. Sulking still, I thought… She had been for her vaccination yesterday and been told that she was a bit chubby! She was so depressed about that. She moped about all afternoon and evening at the thought of her food ration being cut down. And no snacks...

When I went over to give her a cuddle. I recoiled in absolute horror! And had to go to the bathroom to be sick. Lily had spent part of the night embracing a mutilated rabbit carcass. 

I closed the bedroom door behind me. Texted Tom (who is in SUNNY South Africa). Tom phoned me, his chuckles quickly turning to concern when he realised I was crying. He suggested I get the neighbour in to remove the carcass. Oh yes, that would work – knock on the door in my skimpy nightie and say: “Brian (next door left) / Allan (next door right), would you mind coming up to my bedroom? Tom is away and I have a slight problem that needs dealing with…” 

This had to be dealt with on my own. I closed Lily in the sanctuary. She wasn’t too perturbed, she likes it in there. I puckered my red lips, took a deep breath and went in…


Needless to say after the deed had been done and Bunny returned to nature, I had to return post haste to the bathroom to be sick again. I sat down and cried for the poor little creature…and a little for myself…


  1. Well I guess one advantage is that the travel pillow has died a while ago ... or else it may have been a dream come true....
    I sympathise with the grizzly bits. I often have carcasses to deal with but they are mostly birds and lizards. Not sure I'd be able to deal with bunnies either

  2. And we all suffer under the delusion that the English countryside is all cuddly and safe, while South Africa has wall-to-wall wildlife just waiting to jump out and surprise you. But savagery occurs at many levels - guess you're lucky we're talking rabbit and not human carcasses, which is what some other have to face when they get up in the morning