My Pet Rabbits

Growing up we never had pets of any kind. My dad said that dogs were too dirty, and cats were out of the question. One day to our amazement my dad brought home three rabbits. I can't tell you how excited we were. I can't speak for my siblings, but I just fell in love with them. My dad gave me permission to feed them, and keep there cage clean, needless to say I would spend hours playing, and talking to the rabbits. They brought happiness and joy to my miserable little life. One day while eating dinner my dad asked us kids if we liked what we were eating, of course we all said yes. Right then my dad started laughing as he told us that it was rabbit we were eating. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could this be true, would my dad really kill the animals I had fallen in love with? He then told us if we didn't believe him go outside and take a look for ourselves. I ran outside, and was horrified when I saw two headless, little animals hanging on our clothes line. They didn't have any fur, so I wasn't sure if they were my rabbits, but once I got to the cage, and it was empty I knew that my dad had killed them. Those rabbits were the closest things to pets I ever had. I don't understand how my dad could do that to us or for that matter laugh about it. I do know this he waited for us to start eating before he told us what it was. I can still picture those poor little rabbits hanging on the clothes line with no heads.