No real(-ish) news article today. On my searches I found these jokes from 1945 and they tickled my funny bone so I am sharing them with you too.
The sardine joke is funny but the rabbit made me laugh out loud.
A woman opened her refrigerator and found a small rabbit seated comfortably among the butter and fruit and other things.
“What are you doing there?” she asked the rabbit.
The rabbit peered inquiringly at her and said: “This is a Westinghouse, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” replied the woman.
“Well, I’m just westing,” said the rabbit.
Have a happy day 😀
The first thing I thought of when I read this article was that old joke “Do you like rabbits?” “Yes, but I couldn’t eat a whole one”.
Well, the joke really goes “Do you like children?”….. but of course the alligator would have no problem eating a stray child 😉
This article reports the strange friendship of an alligator living in the Southport Zoo in England, and a white rabbit.
The rabbit was not an exhibit, nor a member of staff, but intended as part of the menu.
Strangely, the alligator rejected this fluffy meal and at the time of this report both were living peacefully together.
I wonder if the rabbit really won over the cold saurian heart as suggested by this article, or if the rabbit just had an overdeveloped sense of self-preservation and stayed away from the end with teeth?
After the insanely cute Dumb Ways to Die song I posted about yesterday I thought this article from 1912 was a pretty good example of a dumb way to die.
Edward Dyon was the secretary of the Wildwood Campers and that makes me think that he had probably done a bit of wandering around in the outdoors in his lifetime. It makes me wonder then, why he didn’t pay a little more attention to where he was going when he started chasing a rabbit.
Clearly the rabbit had a pretty good escape plan, it headed for a cliff. Poor Edward Dyon didn’t end the chase in time and went over the edge, into a creek 40ft below, and was killed. Doh! 😉
You wouldn’t want to be a local kid stealing fruit out of Mrs Logan’s trees would you? You might have copped an apple to the back of the head.
Perhaps those young scrumpers were what she honed her carrot hurling skills on?
We have had a lot of rain and warm days in the last few months and I have noticed that the rabbit numbers are rising here, almost as fast as the grass is growing. We took the dog for a walk to the river yesterday and plump, well fed rabbits were everywhere.
I feel for Mrs Logan, I am still battling with the rabbits over veggie garden access. I am not as good a shot as her though. My weapons are chicken wire and sending the little buggers bad thoughts!
How hopeless were this lot. I have no problem with people not recognising a baby rabbit if they have no experience with them but most of the people making wild guesses in this article should have been a little more knowledgable!
What an amazing range of guesses gathered by the vet Ralph Fogleman trying to prove the farmer Harold Heaston, couldn’t know more than he did. Folgleman didn’t do himself any favours insisting it wasn’t a rabbit.
The professor of zoology, Dr Derbyshire, was the smartest of the lot, saying he wouldn’t care to comment until it had grown up.
I bet rabbit stew tasted a little sweeter every time Mr Heaston had it for the rest of his life.
Nightmare bunny. Don’t mess with its carrots. This bunny seemed normal but had a horn. I would be happier to call it ‘nightmare’ if it also had a fearsome growl and fangs dripping with the blood of one of the bunny hunters. Nevertheless, a rabbit with a horn is not normal. Is this malformed critter a mutant jackalope? Not sporting the noble antlers of a deer but the slightly more embarrassing horn of a goat.
I wonder if the brave hunters took it to a taxidermist and had this tiny head mounted for display in their trophy room? Rhino, tiger, bear, moose, bunny…