Stop in for a cup of coffee

Since we are telling rabbit stories……….
As a young firefighter we had a call out one dark winters night. It was a trailer house, we called em scrapers because after the fire all you could do was scrape them into a pile. So it burns down to the pad. Me and my hose partner (who also happens to be my hunting partner) both being new, were tasked with spending the night onsite to ensure we did not get a rekindle of any kind. We are sitting there mesmerized on a cold night by the dying embers of the home. We hear a commotion and go to investigate. It is a couple of very fat domestic caged rabbits. The fire was so hot it melted the shingles a bit on top of their hutch, the rabbits were not happy. In our infinite wisdom we started discussing the merits of putting the rabbits out of their misery with a sharp stick and the embers from the fire. These rabbits was fat, we are talking fat like only hutch rabbits can be! We had an abundance of stick material, we had knives and the smoldering remains of a great fire. Prior to being able to execute said plan our relief showed up. So a couple days later our Chief calls us into his office on the carpet, he is calling us everything but a fireman, turns out the family had taken refuge in the woods beside the house (due to some criminal issues).As a result unbeknownst to us we were discussing the cooking of their pets over the remains of their home. Our Chief was not pleased to say the least, not the best optic. Hah!