Not too long ago, we made a rabbit stew in class. This required us to break down the rabbit carcass ourselves by hacking at it repeatedly with our chef's knives, first to bisect the legs from the torso, then to separate each of its limbs, and finally to remove the tailbone with another swift whack. While we break down chickens all the time and I am already rather desensitized to the whole process, it was another story with the rabbit. It did, after all, look freakishly like its former self with its long, lean legs and its frail little arms. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. And in a cruel twist of irony, dessert that day was carrot cake!
At least Bugs was able to escape his fate: