OK, I'll get back to discussing bunnies. Whilst growing up, I had only brothers. One of my brothers traded his bicycle for a rabbit from a friend of his. Of course our Mum wasn't pleased, but she was going to teach him a lesson and thought the rabbit would be gone within a week, with all of us coming and going all the time.

Apparently the bunny liked it in our flat, and never tried to run away (which we now know is unusual). My brothers would play with him and let him out of the cage that Mum had built for the bunny, and well, bunnies do what they have to do wherever they may be. I was a little girl at the time, and was walking about the flat, and came upon what I believed were raisins. I took one and was about to put it into my mouth just as Mum stopped me and scolded me for eating before lunch. She turned to me, and asked me what I was eating, and I gave her the "raisin". We DIDN'T have any raisins in the house at the time, and Mum became furious. I was just about to eat the rabbit droppings.

TRUE STORY!