When I was a child, we had a phonographic record (remember those?!) with The Tale of Peter Rabbit, narrated by Vivien Leigh.
|This is the very cover of the very record we had. Ain't the internet amazing?|
It had a song, sung by that Noble Scotsman Mr McGregor, called “Stop, Thief!”
If I catch you, you will die,
Then you’ll be rabbit pie –
Supper for me wife and I
Stop Thief! Stop Thief!
It’s amazing to think that I used to side with the rabbits in this story.
This past Tuesday morning I went out to get the paper, and found this Attack Rabbit, in flagrante delicto, chomping away in my garden. I can only hope that he was eating weeds. The only possible good thing about this rabbit is that it is big enough to annihilate the snake that lives somewhere in that hillside garden.
|Caught in the act!|
|Heading over to the Widow Douglas' yard for dessert|
Then on Wednesday I happened to see Attack Rabbit progeny, sitting in the back yard staring at me as I backed out of the driveway.
I mentioned this to Younger Daughter, clenching my teeth in anger at the thought of having to deal with rabbits to the third and fourth generation.
She squeaked, “Oh, a cute wittle fwuffy wabbit?!”
Thursday I checked the strawberry patch, and found this.
This evening the tiny strawberry was gone. Stop, Thief!