So this was in SC, which means I was….geez, 5 or 6…maybe younger.
One year, mommy bought my sister and I a bunny. His name was valentine (we got him on valentine’s day). He was white…
He was a good little bunny (I say little but this thing weighed several pounds) when we let him run around the house. If you tried to put him back in his home, he FLIPPED OUT and bite everyone and…there was always blood.
After a bit, mommy got fed up. Drove to a nice pond/lake area. Beautiful trees, Valentine would be able to live there. So she dropped him off.
A few days later, we were informed that the lake had a three legged gator (he was famous down in my hometown for getting really close to people and dogs and such. I say was because he died recently. But people came to visit him cuz it’s cool for a violent animal to get 3 feet from your chihuahua)
Yeah, valentine was probably gator food.
