Red and the
Rabbits
Around 1956 Ronnie Morgan happened to spot a
couple of young rabbits, on his way back to Granny's house. They were hopping
around in an open field, away from any houses. They were tame rabbits for sure
because they didn't put up much of an escape effort. Ronnie managed to get the
critters to the house and build a pen on the ground, you could call it a hutch,
I suppose. Guess who had to buy rabbit food. Granddad of course. He was always
kindhearted, to a point. (when he couldn't take anymore). The idea of the whole
thing was to keep them for pets, but you may know what rabbits do in close
quarters. They multiply. Granddad had a cure for the predicament; he just
dressed them out and brought them to Granny to drop in the frying pan. One day
uncle Red (Granny called him Leroy) came through the house from the living room
to the kitchen, with his plate in his hand. Now Uncle Red never did like the
idea of eating rabbit, fried or otherwise. As he sorted through the golden fried
pieces in the plate , on the stove; Uncle Red called out "MAW, I don't know how
you cut up this chicken; but it Sure Does Taste Good" We never did call Leroy;
Uncle; we just called him" Red". We knew he would be good to us, no matter what.
by Claude Morgan