Does rabbit rage really exist? Of course. But are we talking about the deadly disease or perhaps the extreme anger that can be felt by a French national on discovering her destroyed vegetable patch?
Mary Louise was having her usual morning coffee when I popped into the bar for our daily baguette.
– “Ça va?” I asked.
– “Non, ça va pas. Mais alors, pas du tout” she replied, her face looking like thunder.
I sat on one of the high stools next to her bracing myself.
– “The rabbits are laughing at me” (I have to be honest, I tried not to smile)
– “I have put three cages amongst the vegetables, put tasty treats in the cages and I have only caught one rabbit. The rest are still eating my beetroot, carrots and spinach. There is nothing left. Absolutely nothing. I just don’t know what to do. Perhaps Pont Vert (agricultural shop/garden centre) has some different traps or even poison”.
– “What are you going to do with the rabbit in the cage?” I asked.
-“Eat it, of course. The rabbit eats my petit pois: I eat the rabbit.”