Lobbest thou not The Holy Hand Grenade of Anteoch?Live rabbit sketch...
Circa 1970 I was walking up a steep incline from the river Trent onto the mothballed airbase we lived at. At the top of the incline it levelled out very quickly, like a plateau. As I got there I was staring at a wild rabbit munching grass with its back to me, 6ft away. I stood still, it hadn't seen me. I inched forward, and again, and again....im now 3ft away, it still hasn't seen me. I outstretched my arms slowly, my hands are now inches from it. I lunge forward....yay....I got it
In a split second, that furry bunny turned into a growling, howling, bucking and twisting ball of fur. I never knew rabbits could make such a noise like something out of The Exorcist.
I threw it down...pronto.
No furry bunnies were harmed in this story![]()
I think it must have been poisoned.
I think it must have been poisoned , i cant understand why the fella didnt give it a kick first to see if it was dead . Blokes always kick stuff to see if its dead and stuff .
Kick it?
Nah... I would've adjusted the (already) square set of my lightly bristled jaw and adopted a feet apart stance in my combat boots. I'd then prod it and turn it over with my sharp, glistening bayonnet.
Upon acknowledging that my mortal enemy was indeed deceased, I'd shift my gaze up to the setting sun and wearily push my unstrapped (against health and safety regulations) steel helmet back on my head. There would be a voice over at this point as the credits begin to roll...
Big onesCrikey, what sort of rats do you get in Sheffield?