Last weekend my Hubby’s brother visited from Bristol,
we hadn’t seen him since Christmas and it was lovely to catch up. Hubby, his brother, his mum and I took the
opportunity to go out for an early Easter lunch.
After exchanging Easter eggs, one of which was identical to
the one we got mum because Hubby likes them just as much we disappeared out to the
local pub and ordered enough food to feed a party of 12 – at least that is what
it felt like by the time I got home.
The conversation meandering along nicely, getting funnier
and funnier as it always does when we get together. Hubby and his brother bounce off each other
so well and take mum and I along with them.
How the conversation turned to bunnies I have no idea but
mum suddenly said that when she was a child she had a bunny that was eaten for
Christmas dinner. The table went quiet
and I said “Say that again” thinking I must have heard her incorrectly.
The story goes;
Mum was a young child when World War II started. She went to school one day and the whole
school was herded on a train later that day and she did not see her parents
again for years. She lived in the
country for a number of years and loved it and vividly remembers her father
arriving to collect her after the war (during which he had been posted in India
for a while) and she refusing to go home because they had ‘left her’ so why
should she now go home.
Obviously when she returned to her home rations were in
force and turkey was not available for Christmas dinner. She had a bunny who she lovingly fed with
dandelion leaves and so did her best friend. Unbeknownst to her both sets of parents
intended to have the bunnies for Christmas dinner but knowing that the girls
would not eat their own bunnies an agreement was made for bunnies to be
swapped.
The girls were obviously not told until after the meal that
their bunnies had provided the main course for Christmas dinner and being the
children that we are it raised a number of questions to mum each increasing in
hilarity at the complete absurdness of the situation:
- Did she not find it strange that her bunny mysteriously disappeared that day? Response: she does remember seeing her best friend’s father leaving the back garden earlier that day and thought it a bit strange.
- Did she know the bunny was not for life and just for Christmas?
- How can she be sure that it was her friend’s bunny that she was eating?
- Was it difficult looking her best friend in the eye knowing she had eaten her beloved pet or did they console each other together?
And the questions went on and on with mum rolling about
laughing at our questions.
Yesterday I received an email from Hubby which simply said:
“Do you think we should get mum and Easter bunny and attach
a note to it that says ‘can be eaten before Christmas’? to which I randomly
fell about laughing in front of my computer at work.
I responded “or….An Easter bunny with a note attached to it
saying ‘Feed this bunny dandelion leaves and the bunny gets it!”
The chocolate Easter bunny was purchased last night. Tonight we attach a note to it, take a photo
of it and sent it to Hubby’s brother to join in the fun before we present mum
with it on Thursday.
Evil, we are, evil!
Update:
And here is said bunny. We added a label to say Eggbert could be eaten before Christmas. We did contemplate saying: "This is Eggbert. Give Ribena a huge warm bear hug or 'the bunny GETS it.' A nice surprise for mum this afternoon....
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| 'My name is Eggbert. You are allowed to eat me before Christmas. Love you xxxxx' |
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