Ecce Cuniculus!Fifty-one yearssince my mother heaved and there I was; 'either a skinned rabbit or a boy', said Dr McMahon, reeking of whiskey. 'Halibut oil', said my granny later, 'and orange juice from the NHS, build him up and make him strong' - or so I'm told. She died on Christmas Eve when I was ten; and now staring into the mirror I see her eyes, nose and chins, the greying black hair I remember. URL: www.mourne.org/rabbit.htm |