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My 11th birthday present was a baby rabbit.
No surprise, I had already picked her out.
But she came with a Rabbit Keeping book.
Aaaaaah, lovely, I was an avid reader even then.
Except the centre section was Rabbit Keeping for Food and Profit (or something like that).
My 11 year old mind was scarred by black and white step by step pictures undressing my pet and preparing her for the pot.
I wonder if that's the reason for my lack of sentimentality towards animals these days...?
Apart from penguins.
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