A van pulled up and the driver asked what I was doing, so I told him. He looked at the jack and said he thought he could help. I told him he was nuts. That rabbit was dead. Undeterred, he took out a bottle of tonic and started rubbing on the rabbit, while proceeding to tell me a jack rabbit isn t really a rabbit, but a hare.
Rabbits are our little cottontails.
I knew that, but let him ramble while he rubbed down this dead critter. All at once the jack looked up, wriggled his ears and tried to stand. He got up fell over an got up again, then wobbled out toward the desert. He stopped about 20 yards away and turned and waved at us. He then proceed to get better and jog out about 50 yards when he turned and waved at us again.