I remembered a story. Listen. Few people know that Brezhnev loved hunting for rabbits. And he loved to shoot from the porch of his state dacha. But he did not know that most of these birds are raised in special rangers fenced place special food (to skin shine and all that). All was well until one day a drunken huntsman did not go to the wind and leaned against the fence, which is it, yes and fell with him.
Rabbits, of course, vrossypnuyu. And today, as evil a festive meal, after which, of course, the rabbit will be a must. And where can I get it? Long all puzzled until the cook does not look down on fat cat, poking around in the trash tank. Without thinking, he chafed skin with a stuffed rabbit, cat and sewed into the rabbit was ready.
Meal was fine and then came the moment when the LI came out with his gun on his balcony. Shot. Hare in two jump shot up a tree. Um, yes, or live much wanted, or the final shot of a redundant. With that in mind, LI went back to the table.
Opens the door and ofigevayu! "Rabbit" is sitting on the table and eating jelly! In general, when all turned out, all together a good laugh and no one was hurt.