No laughing matter

[Peter McNiff]

“Whatever happens when we go in there don’t laugh, this is a straight act—and if you want to be my stage hand I’ll teach you the ropes later,” the man said, stuffing the rabbit into his topper and heaving it on to his bald head.

“But what if...” I said.

“If you want the job, no buts—we’re out of work and we need the money—don’t give men any of that animal rights crap, a rabbit has no rights, and if we have to make rabbit stew don’t worry your little head, the rabbit won’t pick up a phone to a lawyer; and those people who go around forming societies to protect rabbits should think about people, not rabbits—right?”

At which point the rabbit raised the topper, wagged its whiskers and said: “Help, get me outta here.”

“Hey,” I said, cracking up, “How it do that?”

“You dummy,” the man said, “What did I say—don’t laugh.”

[Teresa]

How'd I miss this one? I'm laughing, yes indeed. Your timing was great - I was just reading along, mouth hangin' open like a train tunnel, wondering how I'd feel at the end about rabbit's rights then WHAM! A nice way to end my evening.