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Skin a Rabbit 1978.

by TerryCollett

Her son had been rabbiting and brought home a dead rabbit and left it by the back door You can skin it and prepare it for dinner she said But I've never skinned a rabbit before Benny said Now is your chance to learn she said so she opened the back door and said Bring a sharp knife so he brought a sharp knife and she picked up the dead rabbit by the back legs and took it to a wooden bench and laid it down Right then she said first you slit open the stomach so taking the knife from him she stuck the knife in the rabbit's underside and slit it open from bottom to top he stood watching like a child a teacher perform a ghastly experiment Next you remove its guts she said and pulled out what was within with bloodied fingers and hands he looked on horrified Once its all out you cut it away and she did what she said and put it aside in a lump What do you do with that? he said Cat can have them she said he thought the cat was welcome to the bloodied messy lump Now you break its back legs she said and before he could say How she snapped them both Now we skin it she said like removing a cost and he watched as she expertly skinned the rabbit until it lay there nude Next you remove the head she said and with the knife cut off the head and threw it on the bench he stared at the remaining headless nude rabbit What now? he said Put the head and skin in a bag and shove it in the bin she said he did as she said Now we wash it out and cut it up for dinner she said Will the kids eat it? he said Not if we tell them it's rabbit they won't she said I'll tell them it's chicken stew it tastes like chicken so he watched as she took it into the kitchen and washed it out then cut it up and placed it into a large saucepan and some chicken stock and put on to boil with carrots and onions Your turn next time she said he nodded his head and hoped her son didn't bring home another rabbit but never said.
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