Warning: He Brakes for Bunnies

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friend Scott has a weekend campsite in New Hampshire, in which he nurtures a garden comprising the discards of his neighbors.On a recent Saturday, Scott headed to his retreat toting a passel of wilting plants and four ten-gallon buckets of soil.Suddenly, a rabbit darted across the road.Scott swerved in the nick of time whilst 40-gallons’ worth of dirt spewed throughout the car.As Scott pulled over to brush the clumps off his head and clothe

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s, a police car pulled up beside him.The officer approached Scott’s window and told him to hand over his license and exit the car.Scott passed the breathalyzer test. His license was valid, and his driving record was clean. He explained to the officer the reason that he’d swerved.Surveying the mess in the car, the officer grimaced and shook his head. As he sent Scott on his way, his parting words were: “Next time, hit the fucking bunny.”</article></body>

Man pulled over on suspicion of drunk-driving explains …

My friend Scott has a weekend campsite in New Hampshire, in which he nurtures a garden comprising the discards of his neighbors.

On a recent Saturday, Scott headed to his retreat toting a passel of wilting plants and four ten-gallon buckets of soil.

Suddenly, a rabbit darted across the road.

Scott swerved in the nick of time whilst 40-gallons’ worth of dirt spewed throughout the car.

As Scott pulled over to brush the clumps off his head and clothes, a police car pulled up beside him.

The officer approached Scott’s window and told him to hand over his license and exit the car.

Scott passed the breathalyzer test. His license was valid, and his driving record was clean. He explained to the officer the reason that he’d swerved.

Surveying the mess in the car, the officer grimaced and shook his head. As he sent Scott on his way, his parting words were: “Next time, hit the fucking bunny.”