PrincessFiona's story reminds me of this. Back when I lived in that log cabin and ate too much snowshoe hare, everyone I knew dried bunny skins on empty bottles. Seeing a bunny on a bottle was something no even noticed.
A friend of mine had dinner guests from Montreal. Half way through dinner she noticed that the vegetarian hadn't eaten much of her vegetarian supper. She was staring, with a horrified look, at a bunny on a bottle, right in front of her.
May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.
Robert A. Heinlein