FEED THE RABBITS


My twenty-ninth illustration for #octoberkids2018 comes along with a memory from my childhood days.

My grandmother had rabbits for many years. We children were allowed to feed them during the summer and let them run in the enclosure. Shortly before Christmas the stable was always empty. When we asked where the rabbits had gone, we got only vague answers. When we were older, we saw through the actions of the adults and once we succeeded in freeing the rabbits. The cute animals did not end up in the oven as Christmas roasts this year. Of course we got a lot of trouble. But it was also the end of the rabbit breeding of my grandmother. I still don’t like rabbit meat.