||[Jan. 8th, 2007|02:33 pm]
|||||Uncle Earl, She Waits for Night||]|
So I'm walking the dogs one evening and I hear a rustling in the bushes as we walk along. Aw, how cute, it's Mamacat following us. Then as we round the corner to the house, I hear a big rustling -- Mamacat loves to follow us and then rush out in front of the dogs and surprise them, so I turn, calling "Hey, Mamacat" and the bush shakes and out rushes...
Which is surprising enough. That it is still running toward us, even though clearly we are one human and two GREYHOUNDS, is even more surprising.
My shock turns to concern -- is this a descendant of Jimmy Carter's rabbit? Hell, I laughed at the time, but now as this large rabbit continues running toward us, I'm thinking, omigosh, Jimmy, I take it all back now that I'm about to be attacked by a vicious lepus of my own. Already I'm composing the angry letter to whoever's left of Monty Python -- hey, that bunny scene is not f-ing funny, all right?
When the rabbit abruptly stops (hey, my head speaks to me in Evelyn Wood tempo) and sits staring at us. And the dogs are just standing there, staring at the rabbit which has run up to within, I kid you not, a foot and a half of two dogs who spend their spring, summer and fall, chasing fake versions of said rabbit around renaissance faires.
Percy and Willow must have been a bit stunned as well, since for several seconds, we all just froze. Then Willow, the smartest of all four of us, decides "screw it, even if it's clearly a defective rabbit, it's still fair game" and lunges for it. At which point, the rabbit whirls around and goes flying back from whence it came. And the earth resumes normal rotation on it's axis.