It was mine and Jeffy’s turn to take the boys out. As Jeffy headed to the tack room for the curry brushes I grabbed the goad and walked around Chance’s 2500 pound body. Stopping at the back I began prodding him to stand up. Being the big boy that he is it always took him a couple heavy rocks to get his momentum. After the third rock he finally stood up. And right there, on his 2500 pound behind was a rabbit.
As you may imagine this rabbit had, shall we say, lost its shape? Yep. It had been sat on. The poor once fluffy critter who frequented our barn had sadly been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Its tiny frame didn’t stand a chance. As soon as its ox neighbor decided to sit, that little bunny had taken its last breathe (probably of surprise).
I saw its flattened corpse stick just long enough for my brain to register that a foreign object was attached to Chance’s butt and then, quite suddenly, it hit the ground.
“Jeffy!” I could hardly get his name out through my laughter. “Hurry! Come here!” Jeff hops the fence, (bending those poor hinges just a bit more) and runs over to me. “What?” All I can do is point. “What is that?” Observing the flat fur with an enlarged eyeball and guts splattered out of one side he finally registered what it was. I finally get out that it had been stuck to Chance’s butt and had fallen off when he stood up.
I told him to pick it up and put it in the garbage can. Why should he? Well 1. I am his “boss”, and 2. He is the guy! He refuses. So I try Troy, who by now had been filled in. But he also refused. So, of course, I step up to the plate and grab the now quite stiff rabbit and throw it in the trash.
Poor, poor rabbit. And the greatest part is that Chance had absolutely no idea.
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