tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post9088529913938781828..comments2023-10-22T20:53:58.823-04:00Comments on String Too Short to Tie: The Rabbitsvanillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-43693928527070579602014-04-24T22:55:48.202-04:002014-04-24T22:55:48.202-04:00Lin, oh,yes, city girls pretty much believe that m...Lin, oh,yes, city girls pretty much believe that meat comes from the market (where no animals are harmed). At least that is the thought they choose to cherish. ;-)vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-56933052639414597432014-04-24T20:52:27.169-04:002014-04-24T20:52:27.169-04:00Oh, that is tough raising your dinner. But I grew...Oh, that is tough raising your dinner. But I grew up in the city where your animals are pets and you buy your food at the store. I don't think I could be a good farmer now. Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042143254001890567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-43442209527524019732014-04-22T13:45:56.515-04:002014-04-22T13:45:56.515-04:00Grace, it was sad for her; another of the traumati...Grace, it was sad for her; another of the traumatizing experiences of childhood. Having grown up knowing "where meat comes from" I've never had a problem such as the ones you describe. On the other hand, I've never eaten a pet, either.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-26633169726831051932014-04-22T12:53:46.703-04:002014-04-22T12:53:46.703-04:00Oh dear, sad for BBBH - I can barely eat meat that...Oh dear, sad for BBBH - I can barely eat meat that I buy in a grocery store, I would not have done well growing up on a farm. I won't even buy a roasting chicken because it still looks like, well, a chicken. I was traumatized as an adult when I opened the fridge and saw a skined rabbit in there - it still looked a rabbit...I slammed the fridge door and announced I wasn't staying for dinner. Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02779872914493612101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-42305613032496760272014-04-22T11:20:46.442-04:002014-04-22T11:20:46.442-04:00Vee, you were maybe four or five when Dad got the ...Vee, you were maybe four or five when Dad got the rabbits, and you were probably less than impressed with "your" crazy rabbit. Can't fault you for failure to store that in your memory bank.<br /><br />Shark, BBBH has a rabbit story, too. She had a "pet" she called Bucky. One evening after supper, she went out to play with her bunny. No rabbit. "Grandma, where's Bucky?" "Oh, Honey, we ate Bucky for supper." The girl says she threw up.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-90219235568595579602014-04-22T09:55:33.886-04:002014-04-22T09:55:33.886-04:00Well, that worked. I have a traumatic story about ...Well, that worked. I have a traumatic story about a pet rabbit. Can't tell it even yet. Sharkbyteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10139935335209860357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-41848476801894536242014-04-22T08:15:34.483-04:002014-04-22T08:15:34.483-04:00There are some things I'm glad I don't rem...There are some things I'm glad I don't remember. For me, this is just a story - a scary story.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.com