1225. The misfortune of Fluffy Balls

Stella had rather foolishly invited the neighbours, Mr and Mrs Jones, over for dinner. She had quite forgotten that there was no housekeeping money left in the kitty for the rest of the week. To put it bluntly, she was right out of cash and there was nothing in the freezer.

“What a stupid thing to do! What a stupid thing to do!” muttered Stella for the whole week. Somehow she was half waiting for a miracle – like by the time Friday came food would rather miraculously have fallen from the sky. One could hardly feed dinner guests on a slice of bread and a raw carrot and celery – which was all that was left. And then the miracle happened!

A rabbit!

A wild rabbit came hopping by just as Stella was emptying the tea pot of its leaves around the lemon tree. Swiftly she hit the rabbit on the head with the tea pot. It was dazed. Practical Stella wrung its neck, and with considerable joy she skinned and gutted it.

Rabbit stew! No one in the world could make rabbit stew as delicious as Stella. And Mr and Mrs Jones agreed.

“That was the most delicious rabbit I have ever tasted in my life,” said Mr Jones.

“Talk of coincidence,” laughed Mrs Jones. “It seems to be rabbit week. Our little daughter’s pet rabbit, Fluffy Balls, escaped and went missing earlier this very week.”

29 thoughts on “1225. The misfortune of Fluffy Balls

  1. umashankar

    It’s a bad idea to mess with your lettuces —the claws of your stories can reach the farthest corners of the universe, and stories beget ideas, desires, deviousness, and importantly, succulent recipes.

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        1. Bruce Post author

          My lettuces haven’t germinated yet! But the spinach is just starting and the corn salad (mache) is well on the way! Thank you for the Bohemian Coffee Cake recipe – I shall possibly try it tomorrow! The conversions are perfect! (I have a set of American measuring cups, spoons, for when I do American recipes!)

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