I don't always understand my parents!! One day they take you to see some wonderful animals in a pet-shop and you immediately fall in love with a beautiful rabbit and wish that you could embrace it and its lovely soft fur. You even dream about it during the night. Then the next day when they are preparing your lunch they tell you (and I can never tell if there is sarcasm or serious enthusiasm in their voice) that today they will add meat to your lunch for the first time- today you will eat the meat of rabbit Oscar
they say, and they're surprised that you are not thrilled about it!
I know that Helga, a friend of my mum, would be as shocked and disgusted as I was about this news! How could I know that it wasn't THE rabbit that we saw in the shop that I was forced to eat? I imagined my dear little friend being cooked in a pot and was not amused.From this you can also see that after the bad start, I've now started eating solid food once a day. The day after the accident, my mum told me (somewhat proudly) that now I would start eating solid food. I sniffed a bit in the air and could smell something burnt...but it was only the remains of the smell from the day before. This time my mum didn't look from the pot for the hour it took to prepare the broth and there was no way around it, I had to eat the food that day. You can see a video of it on my photo-site (prima pappa). 3-4 days later my mum added the meat of rabbit to the broth and now she's even added some parmesan cheese to it. The first few days I ate without complaining -I was rather curious about this new way of being fed. But on the day of the rabbit I refuted to eat, closed the mouth and put up an angry look -but my mum started making strange sounds and letting the spoon fly towards my mouth and before I knew it I had eaten all the food she had prepared! I can't believe that I fell for the old aeroplane trick -again and again!! I must be more aware next time!
