Roddy Doyle : A Star Called Henry

Missis Drake was lowering the gutted bunny into the pot.
My father stood and brought me over to my mother, holding me like a present he'd saved all his life to buy her. I left his confident hands and landed in my mother's.
- In you go now, said Missis Drake to the dissappearing rabbit.
- And mind you don't eat all the carrots.