The booming sound was clear and immediately

The booming sound was clear and immediately recognizable. He looked quickly out the window at the wall of snow sliding down the mountain toward him.

Why he built his log cabin below the Howler Monkey Ski Resort was beside the point. He sat on his porch with a bottle of cherry flavoring & a paper cone as the avalanche approached

and he knew without at doubt that this would be the biggest, best snowcone he'd ever lick. One lone howler monkey ski bunny glided by him, unaware of history about to be made. He

-rman Munster grabbed the monkey ski bunny and held it tight. Herman said, "Tell me about the rabbits, grandpa." Grandpa was hanging

up his coat, pulling off his boots and reaching for his Salems. He liked the sweet smell of tobacco as he slowly revealed the story. "We called it the year of the rabbits. We had

corraled Jackabbits and clubbed them to save on bullets. They ate us out of house and home. We had to, don't you see? We had to." Ash dropped from his unsmoked cigarette.

The Jolly Rancher cooked jackrabbit stew for dinner, adding onions, leeks, garlic, carrots and mushrooms. The cats hunted jackrabbits to practise hunting skills, bringing them home

to play with awhile before dinnertime. Tom, a wily ginger cat, purred happily and passed one to Ms. Kitty, a sassy tortoiseshell, if there ever was one. She batted the jackrabbit

and the jackrabbit kicked her in the face. "Here now," yowled Tom, "there's no call for kicking ladies in the face!" But Jack the rabbit just scampered down the old dirt road to