Cotton tail for dinner

As we were driving home, we were having a serious conversation about being thankful to God for keeping the cockroaches out of our noses and spiders out of our ears. And then all of a sudden, Julius starts swerving the Landcruiser pickup all over the road chanting "meat, meat, meat!" I started screaming "no, no, noooo!" We felt a little thump and quickly shifted into reverse to either find a big rock, or our dinner. It was dinner, and I was sad. We just hit an innocent little rabbit. Julius jumps out of the truck to throw him in the bed. We raced home, and the guys fried up our little cotton tail. I have to admit, he did taste pretty good.