While lying in my hammock and drinking JD from the bottle one day, I noticed my dog dragging something under the fence. On inspection, to my dismay, I realized it was my neighbor's 10 year old daughter's pet rabbit.
For years I'd watch her come home from school and head straight to it's cage, free it and play with it in the yard. I knew today would be no different and fearing for our dog, I had to think fast.
The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a struggle, so I washed it off with the hose, combed it with the Dog brush and blew it dry with the leaf blower. Finishing the grooming, I hopped the fence and put it back in it's cage, hoping the death would be written off as "natural causes", I returned to the hammock and JD.
Within the hour, the neighbor's Volvo pulled in as usual and out popped the little girl, and as usual, she headed straight for the cage. Only this time she stopped about six feet away and screamed: "DDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her father, panic stricken, stood looking at the cage. Being the good neighbor that I am, I rushed to fence and asked if there was anything I could do. Her father less than calm, blurted out,
"What kind of sick individual would dig up a little girl's dead rabbit and put it back in it's cage??"