The hounds were starved by the hunters who exploited the scenting and running attributes that, they, the humans, selectively bred into them.

I put it to you, rabbits and bunnies of the court, to consider the abuse suffered by those friendless canines whose only crime was to obey their “masters” in order to survive another hunting season. Unlike the hounds’ more fortunate cousins, the Cavalier King Charles, for instance, the hounds were at the mercy of their harsh, loveless environment. Let us not be too quick to judge the hounds whose skinny waists and jutting ribs only speak of their desperation. How would you act if you were in their paws?

I rest my case.

SO would have preferred bone-digging in one of these two franchises over THREE hobbit iterations. Macabre adult (not ‘adult’) adventure CGI is peachy keen. Feels like PJ’s the only big player, though.

Simpsons will never go anywhere. It’s a cartoon.

In the movies you always see some hangman whistling while tying that knot, or a headsman gleefully sharpening his blade. But the historical ‘professional’ executioner must have been a much more muddy, Kevorkian-esque figure. Not all ’nooses’ are ‘hagman’s nooses’. Why go to all that trouble to invent, perfect and tie that knot on the day of if your ends are sadistic? Why sharpen your blade?

Rabbits, long persecuted by the hound, diaspora in yon unfamiliar br’er, should have their justice. I say justice, and not ‘vengeance’ because of the hangman’s knot pictured.  

And on a COMPLETELY unrelated note, to which I’ve led myself, apparently, Wikipedia’s noose/hangman’s knot disambiguation should be a little more up-front, as I’m sure the site is used often as a suicide reference.

Just as much as the bloodthirsty bunny posse, the doodles and notes (and answers….) I scribbled in the margins of my various textbooks throughout school could be called ‘marginalia’. Not just for printers/editors any more, eh? It’s fun to pretend there isn’t an edition-per-year regime, and that my ten-year-old musings are in super-secret dialogue with some random ten-year-old now, and not pulped into a Starbucks cup.  

“I paw my nose, sir.”

“Do you paw your nose at *me*, sir?”

Individual frames here:
http://eusa-riddled.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/world-turned-upside-down-now-nothing.html

In the case of swarms of vermin, where the law wasn’t able to capture all the “suspects,” they were tried in a church court rather than a criminal court and the usual sentence was excommunication.

Regardless of the animal and court, the animal was assigned a lawyer to defend it. In some cases, this lawyer was able to secure an acquittal- the most famous being the trial of a swarm of rats for eating crops, where Bartholomew de Chassenée got his clients off the hook because they couldn’t make the journey to court to hear the charges against them, for fear of being killed by the village cats!