Long-ago rabbits and the best of times
Mar 11, 2020
2 minutes
I was born in 1931. My first recollection has to be my mother’s roast rabbit; I can see it now in my mind’s eye, lying there in its bronze glory before being attacked by my siblings and me.
At the back of the woodshed were the ferret hutches, which took me to the other
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