a rabbit

Pete Camp­bell:
You ever been hunt­ing, Peggy?

Peg­gy Olson: 
No, I don’t think so.

Pete Camp­bell:
You ei­ther have or you haven’t. I went a cou­ple of times with my un­cle. New Hampshire.

Peg­gy Olson: 
I saw my cousin shoot a rab­bit by Coney Island.

Pete Camp­bell:
It’s an in­cred­i­ble sen­sa­tion. You have to be very qui­et. Take it down with the first shot or you scare it away. And some­times you have to go up and fin­ish it off. Then you tie it to the bumper, and you go home. But you know what I’ve al­ways want­ed to do? I would pick it up throw its back legs over my shoul­der and I would drag it through the snow to this lit­tle cab­in. And there I’d hang it up be­tween a cou­ple of trees, cut it open, drain it, dress it and then I’d take my big hunt­ing knife and I’d cut this loin right out of the side. And I’d go into the cab­in and there’d be this woman wait­ing for me, stand­ing by one of those old stoves with a big black pipe and I’d hand it to her and she’d put it in a cast-iron skil­let and then I’d sit at the ta­ble and she’d bring it to me. And I’d wipe my knife on my knee and then I would eat it while she watches.

Peg­gy Olson: 
That would be wonderful.
 

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2018 Ja­son Malmberg.

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