The ruling party, part 2

I cannot believe I just missed an opportunity to pick up $50,000. Five minutes of work, fifty grand richer.

No, it’s nothing illegal, cruel, risky, untoward. All I would have had to have done* was write a different kind of post for my rabbit story (see Ruling Party post below, from earlier in the day).

Of course, it would have been parroting someone else’s gimmick, but so what. It’s not as if he’s got a patent pending on it.

A reader clued me in on my folly by providing the following link. For those who do not click, it’s quite simple:

A man rescued a cute bunny rabbit. Called him Toby. Nursed him, fed him, took many beautiful pictures of him. And now he says he will eat him by June 30th (recipe provided at the bottom of his page) unless, through donations and otherwise, he will raise $50,000. As of yesterday, horrified readers sent in to PayPal close to $25,000. With the publicity the story is generating, it is expected that he will exceed the targeted sum.

It could have been me, sharing my instant wealth with family and friends, building a beautiful little home for the bunny who brought me this bounty. But no. I had to let every Ocean reader know: I am a mere peon in the rabbit’s life – he is the one in control. Sigh.

[Having written this post I am actually quite shocked that I would even suggest in jest taking my backyard rabbit to the butcher. So sorry, bunny rabbit. Blogging drove me to this. I hate your eating habits, but you're safe.]

* see, this is exactly the kind of verb tense construction that drives Poles, with their three tenses only absolutely insane when they study English.