Rotten Rabbit - 314 W/C

The Dialogue 500 - April 2025

“Hey there! Get out of my garden!”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yes you! Do you see anyone or anything else in a fenced-in space with growing plants?”

“Well, no. And I don’t see a sign that says ‘no trespassing’.”

“Since when does a rabbit read signs?”

“Since when does a human talk to a rabbit that somehow got into a locked garden space?”

“Since said rotten rabbit is in my garden space eating all my vegetables that I have lovingly cared for all these months hoping to save those vegetables for winter.”

“And your point?”

“Why am I talking to a rabbit instead of putting it in a stew?”


“Perhaps frontotemporal dementia comes to mind? You know, when someone is having trouble with speech, with …”

“Oh please! I do NOT have dementia! I clearly see a rabbit in my garden!

“Do you? Am I a dream? Am I real? If so, how did I get through a locked gate?”

“Alright, alright, I don’t know how you, a rotten rabbit got into my garden. But I clearly see you, said rotten rabbit, eating my carrots and kale and broccoli and squash and potatoes and tomatoes. But you, said rotten rabbit, better leave my garden or you, said rotten rabbit, will end up in a delicious rabbit stew with delicious fresh vegetables.”

“Okay, okay! I’m leaving. But a word to the wise. You should get better security for this garden. Because if a simple herbivore such as myself, commonly known as rabbit, a hare, or more affectionately known as a bunny, or bun-bun, can so easily get into this green space full of delectable treats, then you have a serious problem. Because the word is out, simple human. You know I have friends. I have MANY friends, compatriots, family…”

“You have three minutes or you’re stewed.”

“Just three words as I leave. We’ll. Be. Back.”



W/C 314