I guess crime is what you make it, and while cops in some places have to deal with things like meth labs, gangbangers, and armed robberies, there are still places in America where things move at a snail’s pace. Or maybe I should say at a rabbit’s pace.
Police in Salmon, Idaho, population 3300, have ordered William Falkingham to stop wearing his bunny costume, after a woman complained that the 34 year old eccentric was peeking at her son from behind a tree and “pointing a finger like a gun.” Apparently, the kid was traumatized.
Give me a freaking break! He didn’t approach the kid, he didn’t say anything to him, he just peeked out from behind a tree. Nobody reported that the child was frightened. Hell, maybe he liked seeing the giant rabbit. I hope that mother never takes her kid to Disneyland, because Mickey and Pluto may send him straight into therapy!
It’s a good thing he didn’t grow up in my day. Those flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz scared the hell out of me!
Other neighbors told police that they were also disturbed by seeing Falkingham wearing his bunny suit in his yard. He has also been reported to occasionally dress in a cowboy outfit or a ballerina’s tutu. Sounds like my kind of guy!
While some may have a problem with him, other neighbors defended Falkingham, acknowledging that he may be a bit different, but he’s harmless.
Have we become so uptight and oppressed in our country that we now have to tell people they can’t dress up in a bunny costume? Really? Didn’t Jimmy Stewart have a six foot tall rabbit pal named Harvey, in the movie of the same name?
I’d rather have a neighbor who runs around in a bunny costume, than somebody with loud dogs or kids they never discipline, or somebody who plays his music at full blast when I’m trying to sleep. Bunnies are pretty quiet overall, and come Easter we may need him around.
Hell, I’ve been known to wear my pink negligee and bunny slippers around the house on occasion. (The next time you’re having a really bad day, picture that and I guarantee it will put a smile on your face.) Am I the next target? I think I’ll slip into my tutu and go lodge a protest at City Hall!