skysthelimit
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For the most part, I am alone when it comes to my bunny antics.
My nieces have taken interest in the animals, and I try to let them help out as best as they can, which is not very well.
The oldest, 8, has been asking to see a rabbit butchered since I got them, and she was too young before. Finally, I decided it might be time, and her parents didn't seem to object. I decided the 6 year old did not need to be present. Glad I made that choice.
Well it didn't go very well.
First she seemed way to enthusiastic. I don't think she really understood what was going to happen. I bopped the bunny, and she said "oh, my that's what you mean," and it went down hill from there.
Once the blood started flowing, it was over. She walked from the side yard to the porch, where she claimed she could still here bones breaking, although I had not gotten to that part yet. I asked if she wanted to go home, but she refused. She also refused to look at it while I was cleaning it out, though she looked at the insides by themselves on the ground.
She asked me if " I was ok with this?" Well yeah, I'm doing it. Before she wanted to taste rabbit, and though after it was skinned, she said it looked like chicken, and acknowledged that some people might just see yummy meat, that pretty much cured her of wanting to eat it.
Then it got worse. She asked if I was sure that the bunny did not have a soul. Now this is a theological matter that is NOT up for debate here, but my response was, if it did have a soul, we could not eat it. That would be murder. So if she's ever gonna eat another piece of meat again, she'd better decide what she believes.
By the time I finished quartering the animal, and packing it away, she was asking for keys to go home. She bagged and weighed the meat, and left before I started the next one. On the short walk home, she made it very clear that was something she never wanted to see again.
She told me she needed to sleep on it.
So much for that.
It's a good thing she did leave though, because I botched the other one, and started cutting before the poor thing was really dead. I usually do not have to bop twice, but it was a heavy SF buck, who was not ready to give up the ghost.
My nieces have taken interest in the animals, and I try to let them help out as best as they can, which is not very well.
The oldest, 8, has been asking to see a rabbit butchered since I got them, and she was too young before. Finally, I decided it might be time, and her parents didn't seem to object. I decided the 6 year old did not need to be present. Glad I made that choice.
Well it didn't go very well.
First she seemed way to enthusiastic. I don't think she really understood what was going to happen. I bopped the bunny, and she said "oh, my that's what you mean," and it went down hill from there.
Once the blood started flowing, it was over. She walked from the side yard to the porch, where she claimed she could still here bones breaking, although I had not gotten to that part yet. I asked if she wanted to go home, but she refused. She also refused to look at it while I was cleaning it out, though she looked at the insides by themselves on the ground.
She asked me if " I was ok with this?" Well yeah, I'm doing it. Before she wanted to taste rabbit, and though after it was skinned, she said it looked like chicken, and acknowledged that some people might just see yummy meat, that pretty much cured her of wanting to eat it.
Then it got worse. She asked if I was sure that the bunny did not have a soul. Now this is a theological matter that is NOT up for debate here, but my response was, if it did have a soul, we could not eat it. That would be murder. So if she's ever gonna eat another piece of meat again, she'd better decide what she believes.
By the time I finished quartering the animal, and packing it away, she was asking for keys to go home. She bagged and weighed the meat, and left before I started the next one. On the short walk home, she made it very clear that was something she never wanted to see again.
She told me she needed to sleep on it.
So much for that.
It's a good thing she did leave though, because I botched the other one, and started cutting before the poor thing was really dead. I usually do not have to bop twice, but it was a heavy SF buck, who was not ready to give up the ghost.