Story of the week

When I was in my early twenties, the friend of a friend of mine (let's
call him Patrick) had a dog, a German Shepherd called Coltrane. One
night, Coltrane came padding in from the back garden with something in
his mouth. To Patrick's horror, he saw that it was the limp, lifeless
body of his next-door neighbour's black and white spotted rabbit,
Flossy, dead & covered in dirt. Patrick panicked - he knew how much
the family next door loved that rabbit, and he was mortified at the
thought of the uproar when they discovered Coltrane had killed her.

Thinking fast, he washed the deceased rabbit down in the bathtub, &
blow-dried her fur, then crept next door to place her back in her
hay-filled hutch. The next morning, Patrick heard shouts of shock and
panic from next door's garden, so he put on his most innocent
expression before going outside and asking "What's wrong?" "It's
Flossy", his neighbour replied with a disbelieving expression. "She
died yesterday, and we buried her in the garden, but now she's all
cleaned up and back in her cage