Rabbit pie
Steve, a diving colleague of mine had a mate that took a cuddly rabbit everywhere as a mascot. Why I don’t know – he was in his thirties. Obviously, it was the subject of many pranks. Someone would swipe it before they went on holiday and torment its owner with photographs of it on the beach and send them home as a postcard. Once, as they were travelling back convoy-style from a dive, rabbit had again gone missing. As the poor bloke looked in his rear view mirror, he saw Steve approaching at speed behind him – with rabbit tied firmly to the grill of the car.

He wasn’t very happy.

However, on a night out in a restaurant, they decided to really push the boat out. Managing to obtain the rabbit again, they went into the kitchen for a word with the chef. A short while later, the waiter came out with what appeared to be a deep-dish pie, topped with a delicious-looking crust.

Complete with fluffeh rabbit ears poking out of the top…

Apparently he went ballistic and left the club not long afterwards.

I did have another acquaintance who decided to go camping with a bunch of mates and be at one with nature. Really at one with nature - they would hunt their own food and everything.

They managed to catch a rabbit, skin it and cook it. Unfortunately for them it transpired that the bunny was a bit manky and they spent the next 24 hours shitting through the eye of a needle before deciding to go home.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 19 Sep 2008, 11:56, Reply)