Ok, now that the fiasco of me ACCIDENTALLY breaking my wife’s blog has been fixed, I am getting back into writing again. This has been a rough week, let me tell you!
At any rate, I promised my Twitter buddy, Liz, that my next post would be lighthearted and/or funny. (Whether or not it turns out that way is your call.) So here’s what I’m bringing to the blogosphere—rabbit eggs.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Here’s the story.
My dad, the eternal prankster and kidder, liked to dabble with raising animals, planting gardens, etc… When we lived in New Hampshire, he had a small chicken coop for fresh eggs and decided that he wanted to raise rabbits also. So he and a few others built a medium sized barn, filled it with rabbit hutches, and opened the doors for business.
One day, he was gathering eggs and happened across one that was lacking a shell.
If you have ever been on a farm, you will know what I am talking about. If not, occasionally, chickens will lay eggs that did not have time to properly form the hard shell around the inner membrane. It’s not that rare. Chickens will continue to lay eggs quickly if you take them, so some that produce several per day will have this happen once in a while.
My dad, being in a bit of a hurry that day, sat the shell-less egg on top of the rabbit hutch closest to the entrance and quickly moved on to feeding and watering the rabbits, promptly forgetting about throwing the egg away. A short time later, some folks from Boston arrived to buy some rabbits.
I’m sure this couple was intelligent and had plenty of life experience…just obviously not with animal husbandry. The woman stops at the first hutch to observe the bunnies; intent, I’m sure, on picking the perfect one. She glances up and sees this smallish, off-white, oblong sac on top of the cage and immediately takes a step back.
“Excuse, me, sir?” she asks. “What is THAT?”
My dad, a piece of work, I assure you, didn’t even hesitate before telling her (rather matter-of-factly) that it was a rabbit egg.
This is what I was spawned from, people.
Of course, she and her husband don’t believe him—at first. He then rushes into: ‘no, really, have you never seen one before? …here, hold it… it’s not like any other egg you’ve seen, is it?’ And of course, he brought out the zinger—‘Well, where do you think Cadbury got the idea for those chocolate cream egg things?’
Needless to say that poor, unsuspecting couple went back to Boston with a cute little bunny and a shiny new story about how they not only SAW a rabbit egg, but got to HOLD it.
I’m sure their friends got as big a laugh out of it as my dad did when they left. There were tears, people—tears.
So there you have it. That is my rabbit egg story.
What about you? Ever see anyone really get a really good one pulled on them? Share your story with me!
Cadbury Creme Egg graphic retrieved from https://www.clevescene.com/scene-and-heard/archives/2011/04/22/happy-easter-heres-a-bunch-of-cadbury-eggs-being-destroyed. No, this post was not sponsored by Cadbury. Or the Easter Bunny.