I live in a small town in Germany. The main means of transportation is the bicycle. There are wild rabbits in the city and, of course, from time to time they fall under the wheels of a bicycle. I have my "happy place", where I've already broken 3 ears.The last time a meat mill was - I had to wipe out blood and pieces of wool from the spit. So today I go for food, just on that path, the mood is terrible - I don't have time for anything in the universe. And the weather is good - the sun, warm, around the park area. I am going to the "happy place". I drop the speed, look closely at the sides and notice that the bushes are slightly moving. Here is only, fucking, jump out, I am you (more unprinted lexicon). As a result, my ears are laid off from the whistle, and some guy with his trousers down, trying to stretch them, breaks through the bushes somewhere into the most urticaria, and the bush looks frightened eyes of some painted lady.