Sunday, 27 June 2010

Lying


The worst lie told to me was regarding the death of a rabbit when i was eight or something.

We had a rabbit, named Basil, who was horrible. He mated with another one of them that we had and got very territorial over the garden. He would chase you from the back door to swing at the back of the garden biting your ankles and jumping at you. That went on for a while until one day i came home from school to be told that Basil had been taken in by a garage to help guard it.

This isn't really the worst lie i have been told, but i only realised the other day that Basil wasn't actually taken in by the garage, when i was telling someone about my rabbit Basil, who was taken in to help guard the garage.

Lying

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