Joke: I Killed the Wabbit

A few months ago as I was driving home from work, I ran over a rabbit. I saw it limp off the road in my rear-view mirror, so I went back to check whether it was still alive. Alas, the poor creature had perished. Just then, a young woman stopped alongside me and asked what was wrong. I told her how I’d hit the rabbit and killed it.

She said, “Hang on a minute — I might be able to help.”

I told her, “I appreciate the effort, but really you’re too late. This bunny’s hopped it’s last hop.”

“Just humor me,” she said. “I want to try something.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said okay. And truthfully, I was kinda curious as to what she thought she could do. She went back to her car, opened her trunk, and got out a spray can. She brought it over and sprayed the rabbit with it for about 10 seconds, then stopped and stepped back.

For a moment, nothing happened… and then, the rabbit started to twitch. Within a minute, it was back on its feet. It shook itself, then started to hop away. It had gotten about 15 feet away when suddenly it turned back to us and raised its paw in what I can only guess was a farewell gesture before hopping away again. And then it happened again… and again… until the bunny was out of sight.

As you might imagine, I was astounded. I turned to the woman to ask what was in that can. She handed it over, and I read on the label…

“Hare Restorer: Brings new life to dead hare. Adds permanent wave.”