I knew how much my neighbors loved that rabbit, and they would be home the next day, so thinking quickly, I took the rabbit in and washed it. Then I blow dried it and fluffed its hair, and snuck over to replace it in its pen.
A few days later, I saw our neighbors and asked about their vacation. Then I nonchalantly asked if everything was OK at home when they returned.
"Well," said Roy, "now that you mention it. It's the damnedest thing. The day we left our rabbit died, and I buried it, but when I got home, he was all clean and fluffy and back in his cage!"
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