R I P RABBIT

This may appear to be a blantant attempt at plagerism – or some might say it is a rehash of the hash trash - Wrabbits Memorial 2009 - where names have been changed to protect the innocents who were not present in 2010 – some will say the run operated in reverse.

The group was moved along by Hand job to the corner of Carrington and Coonanbarra. Low! Looking up at us from the bitumen was Rabbit. It’s so good of him to join the group. Sadly it was further proof that departed Hashers need to look up not down to keep an eye on the living!

Hand Job gave some instructions about the run which no one understood - what another live hair night - Trust Me with trusty map and his very own trusty memory was hitting the trail and then it was ON ON.

The Two Dogs with dog handlers TightA*se and Frosty forging ahead as they sensed they were on the trail of a Rabbit.

A steep climb up Carrington, a left and a right then along Boundary. "What’s that noise behind us" said Ossmozzes to Fookawee. "Can’t hear anything" responded Fookawee. She was a little worried about Ossie, He is retired now you know…"All that time spent at home" she thought "perhaps he is losing it"

"There it is again" exclaimed Ossie gasping at the second check point in Cliff Ave." A sort of soft regular pumping sound!"

"Sigh" murmured Fookawee to herself " Regular pumpings! Oh those were the days when we had regular pumpings, we are very fortunate though – there have been 10 days of Pumping Rock at Uluru."

Meanwhile Running Bear, BrenGun, AllDay, Tart and Frosty were further ahead As they entered the lane connecting Morris Ave and Junction St. Love Bra turned to Shane and gasped - Why all the muttering and groaning " "Never said a word" responded Shane

Down into the Two Dogs Park, a mystical trail of candles glowed softly, a ephemeral figure floated above the radiance, Buddha? Virgin Merry? No it was Hand Job sitting on a bench dispensing an inner warming spirituality,---- a thermos – tea perhaps – hot mead to sooth the inner hasher.

After several meads, alleged Baileys, and a nice drop of Stickys and some minties and chocs - a strange feeling of being watched crept over the Hashers. "Could Rabbit be watching?" Ventured No Way. We all moved a little closer to the candle light----and had another drink. With a boost of courage off we went to finish the run.

Burns Road: A thump, thump, thump, a mangled string of curses, in terror Running Bare raced ahead completely missing the Check – a Frosty curse has been put upon RB and On On Back to arrive at Carrington Park closely followed by Karena who had turned briefly to take a flash of the pursuing demon.

Ozzmosis and Fookawee, still a little worn out from 10 days at The Uluru Rock warmly welcomed returnees Hard On and Pussy who in turn were a little worn out from their 6 weeks in Tassie chasing tigers – no rock to pump in Tassie.

After the usual pointless down downs - I have been hashing for exactly a year - the Rabbit run was my very first time exclaimed TART to anyone who would listen but sadly nobody was.

The prick of the week shirt to Trust Me - just for - being a prick. The other hashers breathed a sigh of relieve - have you seen the state of that shirt.

the hashers repaired to the Waitara Kitchen to eat, drink and be merry in rememberance of Wrabbit and to celebrate JaneBond and Karena’s birthdays - an excellent On On

Trust Me remembered the flash. He gasped in amazement, we all gazed in wonder.

Rabbit had been with us on the run!!!!!!!!

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Anon The Writer