Indeed, whatever we were having did indeed taste like chicken. But for some reason, my older brother was snickering and smiling strangely throughout the meal. "yeah, it's like chicken". I didn't put much more thought into his behavior as acting odd was not unusual for him.
When the meal was over, my Dad announced somewhat unceremoniously, that what we had eaten, was in fact not chicken, but in fact rabbit. Not any old rabbit, but what I considered to be my pet rabbit.I did not believe him and raced out of the kitchen to the backyard, to look at the rabbit's cage to prove to myself that my Dad was lying.
He wasn't. The cage was empty. I had just had my pet rabbit for dinner. He did taste like chicken.
haha im glad you confimed that at least they didn't make up the part about it tasting like chicken. did they ever raise rabbit again? Also -- How did one rabbit feed the whole family?
ReplyDeleteTremendous bummer. How did you respond to that?
ReplyDeleteWe never raised any more rabbits. It must have been a big rabbit at that point, enough to feed 5 of us.
ReplyDeleteI was really mad at my father for a while. Eventually, I came to understand that his plan all along was to eventually consume the rabbit. For him, it was the way things for done. For me, it was a shock.
Grandpa was vewy, vewy qwiet. He was hunting wabbit!
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