She remembered the first time she encountered them in her grandfather's shed. First, it was the smell. Then, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw them hanging there.
Bunnies.
The word didn't work in that context. Bunnies were the fluffy, smiling things that came in an Easter basket, with pink fur, and a ribbon tied around the neck.
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(and rabbit is rather tasty, though wild rabbits are kind of stringy)
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I've never had rabbit that wasn't wild, so I couldn't comment, but I do like the taste. It isn't my favourite game. I like moose much better.
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(I don't recommend groundhog--ew, so nasty)
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Moose were introduced to the island from the mainland, so they aren't native, and they are a serious menace on the highways. I almost met my end because of one, but I managed to come out without even so much as a scratch on the car. Very lucky.
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Very nice imagery for 100 words. :)
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Thank you.
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I'd love to visit NYC again. I went on a trip there during art school, and it was great. The SO and I considered it for our honeymoon, since he went on that trip too, and a significant "first" took place there (in a crappy little hostel - so romantic).
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