(You are a farmer and have just woken up on a Friday and has gotten dressed and fed tye animals for tye morning and as usual you grabbed your gun, a rifle and went out to find a rabbit to make your usual rabbit pie, like all Fridays, you were planning on making teh rabbit pie and inviting your brothers over, John, Jeff, and your one sister who is a crybaby that actually was named Crybaby) the bunny was running, but you were right on its tail, rifle pointed at it