I Haven’t The Heart (by Amanda)

I haven’t the heart to eat rabbits. If you’ve looked at our pictures recently you’ll know that we received two rabbits from the owners of the house we rent. They are just the cutest little things you ever saw. They have the great twitchy noses, the fluffy bunny tail and the wonderful ears. I often sit at the computer and look out the living room doors and see Eomear hop by. (His name is a play on words. "Eomer" is a character from "Lord of the Rings". The extra "a" is in honor of his rabbit-ness) He goes back and forth across the court yard, often as I come out with some vegetables he hops up to me ready to take it out of my hand. I am already attached to these rabbits as you can tell. I even looked up on the internet how to raise them. We are keeping them to raise more rabbits to eat and to give to our guards and house-help as gifts. Oh, my brain logically says that it is a way of life that it is a good thing: raising our own food, but my heart says they are just too cute. My house-help thinks they are cute too, but with a smile on her face she also says “rabbits make good stew”. Here people often survive on what they raise and I try to remember this when I look into their sweet bunny faces. I suppose for me if rabbit was all I had it would make it a whole lot easier, but it’s not. I have so much to be thankful for - including cute bunny faces. So I’ve learned I haven’t the heart to eat bunnies. Do you?

(By the way, it doesn't help that Thom is always joking - talking to the rabbits and telling them they'll "taste great.")