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As  youth many moons ago. I was surprise that my father and avid hunter, fisherman bought me an easter rabbit. He was caged like most gifted pets are. And as a child looking at him inside the cage probably had him more fearful of me. As I was of him. But for the few days I had him. I enjoyed feeding my little bunny rabbit.

Couldn’t wait to rush home to see it. As a child any gift you get. You cherish it until boredom kicks in. But one day returning home. I astonished that a bunny inside a cage was gone. I was shocked! My easter bunny was . Nowhere to be found around the house anywhere. All I remember is that the door to the cage was shut.

So how was he gone. I never got an answer until I got grown. And was joking with my spouse that my father love to hunt rabbits. And cook them. And suddenly, I said. “My father probably cooked my rabbit and we ate it.”

Cause I could never figure out. What happen to my rabbit? And now I think I know.