Dead Bunny?

What’s with the story about the Austrian woman, her daughter and the deceased rabbit?

I don’t know if you pay attention to stuff like this, but I just couldn’t get around this one. According to, ahhh, ehhhmm, news  sources (also here, or even in a foreign language) and several blogs, there was an interesting incident in Baden the other day.

According to reports, the pet bunny of a certain Hilda Morgenstein passed away of unknown causes. She (Hilda) and her daughter decided, it seems, to bury the lifeless hare in the countryside. With the expired bunny in a bag, they purportedly were waiting for a train to take them to an undisclosed place to do just that.

(We, of course,  all know the crime rate around here and it’s implications for travelers. Hilda and her daughter, however, did not.)

As they were waiting, dead-bunny-bag in hand, a pair of muggers allegedly took advantage of the moment and made off with said bag. (Weren’t they surprised when they saw the “loot”).

Hilda, evidently deciding not to complicate the situation further, told her daughter that they were angels and were taking the departed bunny to a better place.

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This just has to remind you of the famous story of some family on vacation in Turkey, whose Grandmother dies (with them, on vacation). In order to avoid a bureaucratic nightmare, they roll her up in a rug (bought specifically for this purpose) and tie her to the roof of the car and begin the journey home. Whilst on a coffee and/or potty break the car, rug and the defunct Grandmother are all stolen. (Angels took her to a better place?)

Have we all gone daft?