When my kids were in primary school, their class shared a weekend task of looking after the class bunny. On the Victoria Day weekend, 1996, it was our turn. Bob the bunny came to stay with us, plus his cage. If we let him out in the kitchen, he just hid in the casserole dish. Not very intelligent. We sent him back to school, and the routine continued until one Monday the empty cage was returned to the school by a classmate, together with a note from his parents saying "thanks, he was delicious". Owing to the risk of cultural misunderstanding in that rather multicultural school. The matter was quietly dropped, and Bob the bunny was never mentioned again.
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