Bostonian Killer Rabbits

The man in the train seat opposite me had on an orange t-shirt with a cartoon rabbit wearing a diabolic expression on his face and rather jauntily dressed and eating a carrot. The rabbit had one foot on the back of a dead well-dressed rabbit, who had been stabbed in the back with another carrot. I giggled. When I told him in French I loved his T-shirt—okay I have a sick sense of humour--he said in Bostonian English he didn’t speak French. Seems he lived just a few blocks from The Riverway one of my last Boston addresses