Once upon a time there lived a little rabbit. This little rabbit hopped around all day and ate lettuce and disturbed no one at all. Then one day a man came, took him and his little sister, cut their throats and ripped their skin off. Then the man chopped them up into little pieces and threw out everything except the legs. Then he took some garlic, salt and pepper and rubbed it all over the poor little bunnies’ exposed legs. Gleefully, he dropped them into a pot of hot butter and olive oil. The wee little muscles of the bunnies’ legs had almost stripped themselves from the bone when the man took them out of the pot. Then the man took some diced up piggy that he liked to call bacon and put it in the same pan until it turned brown. Then he took some shallots that he had ripped up from the earth and chopped up, and stuck them in the pot, too. Then he took a couple of poor defenceless garlic cloves, stripped them of their thin, dry skin and squeezed them into a paste on top of the shallots. After all this, he put the rabbits’ legs back into the excruciatingly hot, not to mention quite crowded, torture pot. He also had ripped some thyme leaves from their branch to sprinkle over the carnage. Then he drowned it all in a couple glasses of white wine and topped it all with a few tablespoons of milk that had been squeezed out of the mother-cow's udder and separated and stuck into a container marked "crème fraiche". The man took great pleasure salivating while he stirred it all up: bunny over piggy over shallots... Finally, when it all began to simmer, he turned off the heat and stuck in some slices of ripe mango and some fresh parsley. Then he put it all on a bed of rice and served it to his friends who marvelled at the slaughter and gaily washed it all down with a Pinot Noir. But bunny and piggy and their companions were not the kind to sit around and be digested without promising each other to one day seek revenge on these sadistic hedonists...