A rubber rabbit, a real rabbit, and a tortoise.
We, that is the Povey family of 47 Devon Rd, Whitehall, Bristol, BS59AY,
had a rabbit made of foam
rubber, with a malleable wire skeleton by which he could be twisted into all
manner of shapes and poses. It had been a Christmas gift.
Of course its name was “Harvey”. Only an older generation will understand why my Dad chose this moniker. Harvey brought us
great pleasure.
We also had a living rabbit whose name
was “Snowy” or “Fluffy”. The poor little
beast lived in a “hutch” in our back garden. Not one of we Poveys was singularly dedicated to Snowy’s welfare.
I remember cleaning out the hutch, removing the turds
and wet straw, inserting fresh straw (or was it sawdust) as this real live pet
rabbit shivered in the winter cold - doing so with great self righteousness!
We also had a Tortoise. One Sunday
after Church my pals Jeff, Eric, and Richard were visiting. We were in the “middle room” of 47 Devon
Rd. I was wearing a new suit.
I opened the French Doors which led to
the back garden and brought the tortoise inside so that it could be admired by
my friends.
The tortoise promptly crapped over my
new suit – much to the amusement of Jeff, Eric and Richard, and to my embarrassment.
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