Do I have an àpropos story for every subject? Of course. Elmeliat and CK are teasing me about my dimwitted failure to recollect and put together several references to Steinbeck and Shakespeare, and cartoons. Well, here is a bunny for CK. He already has a name. It is almost as if he were waiting for KC to claim him and squeeze him…ever so gently, now. Watch her, Joseph, while I spin my tale about mice and men and rabbits. Ck is mercurial and a little strange, you know….not as benign as she appears.
My son-in-law (hereafter, known as JC) snapped fat George’s portrait once at a stock show here in our town. George was unremarkable except for his fat. Perhaps, he took a Blue for the fattest rabbit with the nicest fur pillow on which to nap. Somehow, he didn’t look like the smartest rabbit in the warren. I don’t know. What I do know is that JC snapped away innocently enough.
Then a thorny situation, somewhat reminiscent of the briar patch conundrum, arose. His mother-in-law (hereafter, known as George) saw the portrait. Now poor JC did not know this woman very well. He married her daughter. The connection to the daughter. That they had in common. Not much else at that point. For a moment, it appeared that they might never have much else in common. Then the old woman laughed and assured the young man all was forgiven.
Old, dumb, fat rabbit, huh? She-of-the-same-name reserves a last opinion to this day.