The Rabbit Joke

So on the island of Newfoundland there was once a tourist, who had come from the United States. He had come a very long way to see the beautiful views and wildlife of the island.

He rented himself a car at the airport and set off to see the sights.
But just as he started down the airport road, he heard a thump from under his rental cars tire.
Thinking he may have rented a lemon, he pulled to the shoulder of the road an got out to check the car.
With utter dismay he realized he had struck a poor defenseless bunny rabbit, that had been trying to cross the road.
The Tourist was a devote vegan and was torrmented to tears at the sight, of the poor creatures limp body laying behind his car on the road.
Carefully he picked up the body an carried it gently to the shoulder of the road.

As the tourist was doing this, a local fisherman, who was off to pick up his brother in law from the airport. Cause his brother in law, Herald, was back on his turn around from Alberta. Well the fisherman saw the strange sight of the vegan tourist cradling the body of the critter in his arms crying on the side of the road.
Being aweful currious an knowing Herald was likely drunk looking for his luggage still, the fisherman pulled over to investigate the situation.

"Whats going on witth ya there skip?" Said the fisherman
As he emerged from his beat up f150 he had parked on the other side of the road.
Still crying profusely the Vegan looked up at the Fisherman with water filled eyes, still cradling the body of the rabbit in his arms. Unable to speak from the shock an utter devastation he was going through after the event.
Finally he was able to form the words he dreaded to admit to himself. "I ...I.. I hit this poor rabbit with my car"
He then began to loudly wail in anguished mournfull regret.
"Calm down now skipper, no need bawling your eyes out." The fisherman said sternly.
Kneeling down he touched the rabbit with his large battered weather worn hands. "Thats no a rabbit, here we calls em Hares"
The vegan looked up at the wrinkled hairy face of the fisherman, tears barely held in, he sucked back a sob. "What?" He mumbled, confused by the fisherman's choice of topic.
"Hold on, I gets something out of the truck, fix em right up." With that the fisherman quickly ran to the rear door of his truck, and began rummaging through the large pile of seemingly useless things he stored there. Within moments he returned, shaking a spray can, back and forth in his hands.
"What is that?" Asked the vegan tourist, his sadness turning slowly to curiosity.
"Just put em down I shows ya" replied the fishman.
The Tourist being completely enthralled with what the old fisherman could have in mind, obliged and placed the small Rabbit on the ground and stepped back.

The old fisherman, knelt down an sprayed some of the contents of the can he had retrieved from his beaten up pickup truck, on the limp body of the rabbit.

To the complete amazement of the vegan tourist, the small Rabbit jumped to it's feet! It looked up at the two men an raised its front paw, shaking it in their direction. It then hopped it's way across the road as the tourist looked in a stupor of disbelief. However just as it reached the shoulder of the road on the other side, it collapsed in a heap.
The tourist roared in dismay! "Oh god! No! The poor rabbit! What's going on? What's in that can!? What just happened?"
The fisherman paid him no mind, he walked across the road, looking over his shoulder at the vegan he began to coat the rabbit in spray, soaking it into the fur."we call them hares here skip, not rabbits. Must not of used enough I spose?"
The tourist's eyes rolled in complete confusion at the statement from the old fisherman.
But before he could say anything the rabbit jumped back to it's feet! It shook it's front paw again once at the fisherman a second time directly at the vegan tourist. Then it dove into the long grass by the road side, running up over the hill, it stopped at the very crest of the hill and turned to view them.
Raising both it's front paws it shook them in the direction of the men then disappeared over the hill out of sight.

The old fisherman just smirked, and began to walk back towards his truck.
The tourist flabbergasted rushed to the window of the truck demanding answers.
"Sir! I must know! What is in that spray can? How did it bring the rabbit back to life?"
The old fisherman just smiled at him
"We call them hares here skip, an take a look for yourself."
Handing the spray can to the tourist
"And ya gotta read the fine print on er."

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