A small rural town in New Zealand has been forced to cancel one of the highlights on its social calendar - a rabbit-throwing contest. (Oh dear, no sack races?)
About 400 people live in Waiau in the South Island. This weekend the town will hold its annual pig hunt. (Ah . . .getting the picture . . not a fully toothed mouth in the entire community I'll bet *cue theme from Deliverance*)
In previous years a 'rabbit throw' has been organised for the local children, who compete to see how far they can hurl a dead bunny. (sweet little things - suffer the little wabbits)
But the event is now off, after New Zealand's equivalent of the RSPCA got wind of it.
Animal cruelty inspector Charles Cadwallader says throwing bunnies is sick. (Hang on, they're dead bunnnies, they're feeling no pain!)
"Do you throw your dead grandmother around for a joke at her funeral?" he asked. (Well maybe they would but these are children remember . . granny's a bit on the heavy side!)
The organiser of the pig hunt, Jo Moriarty, says it is political correctness gone mad.
"You know, the children of the community here are fantastic, they love their animals," he said. (Hahahahaha! Anyone else see the irony in this statement?)
New Zealand has more than 30 million wild rabbits. (and 4 million sheep shaggers)
Personally, and you all know my hatred for the feral perils . . .what's wrong with throwing a dead bunny? They're DEAD. If I could catch the little bastards that are undermining my shed, pool and concrete verandah I'd chuck em. Anyone got a ferret?
Sorry if you've had problems accessing the site, Blogger has been misbehaving today. Oh, and congratulations on your retirement Suzie C and Happy birthday Dame and Kate! I'm getting better!