Repetition has it places, I only need to be told once, or once a day. More than that and I cringe. The binge thing seems to be the norm in todays A.C. world. A.C. 384 by the way. The second coming of the rabbit under wraps. How does this Lepus linger and lounge while Homo Smallicus searches for mythical ova?
It is probably one of the most unexplained activities of modern man. Of course, ancient man either didn’t have the free time enough to go on imaginary hunts, (he barely stayed alive with real hunts), or he was smart enough to know a ruse when he saw one.
Do people who operate fertilization clinics fall for this? Do trappers who trap rabbits fall for this? Do egg farmers fall for this? Why doesn’t Maca Daca’s make coloured eggs this day? Why are some made of chocolate? What is with the Scelerisque Lepus? Why not rock candy? Or a Gummie Rabbit?
Peeps, you have fallen for one of the modern world’s big ruses. Rabbits are a mammal; hence their young are born alive and outside the body! They are not Fish or Fowl, the other beasts that lay eggs to propagate. Is science that foreign to you’se all? Need I have to relegate my language to Neanderthal to communicate the facts?
Rabbits are best appreciated with a nice pepper sauce. Eggs are best either coddled or smothered under hollandaise over a sliver of lox and a small muffin half.
Whew, got some free time to sip today Sally, make it black.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C.
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