As a kid I raised meat rabbits.
Dad and I were in a friend's barn, measuring oats to buy. (He wasn't home, we paid
him whenever we saw him.) Dad saw a flash, as I brained a Grinnin' Fool with
the grain shovel.
It was a dandy, earned his living stealing Tom's cat food.
He and Dad lied to me for years, telling me it was his kids pet.
My feelings for them haven't changed, unfortunately I can't shoot here at this
house. A shovel still works!😉😉😉
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Good stuff
