Not just any kind of bunny, but bunny with multiple adjectives. None of that foreign rabbit meat here, and you have to admit that’s a relief. Nothing against our neighbors to the south, but “Mexican Rabbit” sounds like something that would have you shuddering over the commode for a week.
I know, I know: rabbit tastes good, people have loved it since Og first clubbed a lame Hoppy and ate it raw, etc. I’m sure it’s still sold somewhere, but it’s just peculiar to see it packaged like this. I never tell my wife that I’m off to the store for a box of sundered bunny. But at least they hide the quartered remains behind a nice picture and classic fifties graphics. Whew!
Then again . . .