Like Controlling Rabbits

Posted on April 27, 2003 in Book of Days Silicon Valley Thinking

Note: This is twelfth in a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.

Today’s topic: I never can say as much as I know.

And I want to stop right there. The statement’s like one pregnant rabbit. If you don’t cull the pups for the pot or give them away or arrange an abortion and a fix for mama bunny, you’re going to have thousands of chair-leg chewing, carpet-ripping, pellet-dropping lagomorphs all over the house.

Today, I avoid. I will restrict myself to what fits.

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When we used to keep rabbits — Netherlands dwarfs — someone gave Lynn a rabbit skin coat. Once, when the bunnies were bad, we brought it out and waved it at them. “This is what will happen to you if you keep being bad!” we cried. Lynn dropped it on the floor, for dramatic effect. They ran up and started to sniff it, roll on it. The coat became their special friend, their link to ancestors unseen and unknown.

And this still has nothing to do with the meme, does it?

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Hey, anyone out there want to join me in these exercises?

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Want to participate? First either get yourself a copy of A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves or read these guidelines. Then either check in to see what the prompt for the day is or read along in the book.

Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Write about a time when you wanted to leave, but couldn’t.