The Side-Hill Rabbit
This is a good spot to catch a rabbit, the man nodded as he rested his rifle against the tree. “Don’t you know about the Side-Hill Rabbit?” he asked when he saw the look of confusion on his young daughters face. The child looking up at him shook her head no.
Sitting back against the boulder, he took the bottle of brandy that his daughter had been carrying for him, twisted off the cap and then took a swig.
“The Side-hill rabbit’s legs are shorter on one side of his body”, he continued. “He can only go in one direction. All we have to do is wait till he comes back back around, and then boom, we got ourselves a bunny!”
He took another swig of brandy and replacing the cap and picking up his rifle, he handed the bottle back to his daugher.
“I’m just going to go down the hill a bit there to see if can cut him off; you stay here. Don’t worry”, he laughed, “if I don’t come back you got the brandy to keep you warm.”
Freeman Edgar Levy passed away this morning at around 1am. If God is someone we meet when we die, may my Dad be greeted with open arms.
Maybe that is the way it is. If so, you will find your Dad there and I will get to spend another day with my Grandad. In any case, like me, you will always have the warmth of his spirit around you.
ReplyDeleteHalle, my Dad wasn't a warm person; He was actually downright abusive. I forgave him because when I phoned him he seemed lonely, and he didn't seem the same man that he use to be. Getting old alone and dying changed him.
DeleteI'm very glad you have the warmth of your Grandfather's spirit around you. Me, I'm hoping my Dad gets a second chance at feeling that warm from somewhere, himself.