KETCHUM, WY -- At 7:30 pm last Wednesday Jim Togglson, husband of Helen Togglson, sat down to have a "brewski", and watch the local news. Jim got comfortable in his La-Z-Boy Nelson, and stuck his hand down the side in search of the television remote control. What came out instead made him gasp in annoyance. It was none other than Mr. Floppels (pictured to the right).
Jim recounts the next few chilling minutes for us graphic detail: "Well? I saw the rabbit then I called Helen into the living room and said Is this that fuckin'... can I say that?.. okay? is this that fuckin' rabbit you made such a fuss about today? She looked at it, her lip shaked, and she grabbed the damn thing by the ears and stormed off into the kitchen. I heard the garbage disposal run for a few minutes, then I heard the bathroom door open and shut, after that I heard her vomitin' for about 3 minutes. That's about all I remember."
Mrs. Togglson refused to comment on the night in question.