A few years ago, Mom and Dad picked up this stone bunny (along with three baby stone bunnies) at a roadside art stand in British Columbia. I joked that it would make a good weapon to defend oneself against home invaders, with the added bonus that if you bashed a miscreant just the right way, the bunny might wind up with blood on its mouth, like a predator.
Morbid, yes. And certainly violence should always be the very last resort, used only when imminently threatened with death.
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