I am going to relate a true story of a boy and his rabbit. It was
on Staten Island, in the year 1879.
I once had a middle-sized rabbit, and one day I saw a boy that I
knew passing by my house. I asked him to come and see what a nice
rabbit I had. He liked it so much that he offered me twenty-six
cents; so I sold the rabbit to him, and some bran too. The next
time that I saw him I asked him how his rabbit was, and he told me
that the very day he bought the rabbit a dog saw it, and bit its
throat so that it died instantly.