Years ago while lying in my hammock and drinking JD from the bottle I
noticed my dog dragging something under the fence. Upon inspection, to
my dismay, I realised it was the next door neighbour's 10 year old
daughter's rabbit. For years I had watch her come home from school and
head straight out to it's cage, free it and play with it in the yard.
I knew today would be no different and fearing for our dog, I had to
think fast.

The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a struggle, so I
washed it off with the hose, combed it with the Dog brush and blew it
dry with the leaf blower. Upon finishing it's grooming I jumped the
fence and replaced back in it's cage hoping it's death would be
written off as "natural causes".

Back to the hammock and JD. Within the hour the neighbour's Volvo
pulled in as usual and out popped the little girl, and as usual she
headed straight for the cage. Only this time she stopped about six
feet away and screamed: "DDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her father, panic stricken, stood looking at the cage. Being the
good neighbour that I am I rushed to fence and asked if there was
anything I could do.

Her father less than calmly blurted, "What kind of sick individual
would dig up a little girl's dead rabbit and put it back in it's cage??"