I always assumed every one grew up knowing about skinning the bunny – but apparently that’s not so.
You see when the weather starts cooling down, Chicken Little has to be clothed before she goes for a walk. It could be a raincoat or a polo neck jumper or maybe even just her rebel t-shirt, it all depends on the day. Trouble is, when she gets back home she won’t let you take it off without attacking, it’s because they all try to do it the wrong way; they try to lift each leg out and fuss about with it when the best way to do it is to just grab the tail end of the damn thing and rip it off.
I said to my husband tonight
You need to skin the bunny.
He just looks at me blankly so I say
Haven’t you ever skinned the bunny?
And he said – no I have not ever skinned a bunny – (slightly horrified) being the city boy that he is.
And I said – didn’t your mother ever say – skin the bunny? But he was still mystified so I thought maybe it was just a country thing.
When I was little, if I ever had a troublesome jumper or top that was giving me grief when I was trying to get it off my mother or father would say – skin the bunny – and I knew it meant to put your arms straight up in the air and they’d grab the bottom and just pull it right up and off.
Because basically that’s the way you skin a bunny.
I have to say though, that over the years I did sustain some nasty injuries to my nose from buttons or zippers that hadn’t been undone as they zoomed by.