You have seen what I?ve seen....

Once, after an evening playing scrabble, drinking whisky and laughing, we took Honeypig out for a game of hide and seek in the whins.

Honeypig bounced all over the place, we tripped up and giggled in the dark. I fell down rabbit holes. Giggled a lot and suffered ping pong incontinence.

After a long period of Non-Finding, Honey finally came back to us and we toddled back to the house, giggling and tired and went to bed.

Gran got up first in the morning and discovered where Honey pig had disappeared to... She had eaten a dead, very burnt rabbit, and it had obviously disagreed with her from the inside out.

Oh dear god. I never seen the mess, but the smell lingered for days.