Life in Lyman: Not at My House


“I don’t want “meat” rabbits at my house! Who would kill them? Would you kill them?” I asked my five year old daughter.

“No.” she said.

“I would take them to a slaughter house.” said my wife.
“Oh, that is someone that has a tree cut down.” said my daughter.
After a short pause. “Do you mean someone with a tree stump?” I said
“Yes!” she said, then she began singing, “Kill the wabbit. Kill the wabbit.”
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One Response to Life in Lyman: Not at My House

  1. fat celiac says:

    Uh oh, What’s Opera Doc? Strikes again!

    Gotta love Bugs B.

    Still who WILL kill the wabbits?

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