more tales from the receptionist....seen as you are clearly GRIPPED by them.

Yesterday i was chatting to this guy at the desk and happened tomention a time when i was young and was left to my own devices wandering around a golf course in a sort of foresty tree type area. Anyway, there were lots of bunnies wandering around and i noticed one bunny getting chased by a cat, then the cat started biting the bunny, so, as a friend of bunnies all over the world i walked over and picked up the cat and threw it, and it banged into a tree....(it didnt die!) and the bunny ran off limping.

Why i shared this story, or why i even remembered it happening is a mystery! anyway, the guy went off and wrote down a poem which he later gave to me...it end with a lovely sentiment!

My little neice came up to me a tear welled in her eye,

And asked me what would happen when her pet rabbit died.

I told her we'd get a shoebox and put the rabbit inside,

And bury him under the swing that stands next to the slide.

And then we'd have a party the best she'd ever seen,

With party hats and sausage rolls and jelly and ice-cream.

All the time i told her this all she could say was wow,

Why wait until the day he dies lets kill the bunny now.

special huh...