Art and the rabbits

(1993 July, Rueping memoir)
Art was very well behaved and quiet, but not too bright.  My father never got over a joke of his.  He told Art if he wanted to shoot some rabbits, he should come out with his gun some day as there were plenty in the snow when cottages were vacant.  So one day he drove out, parked his car, got out the gun, and said, "Well, Parsons, where are the rabbits?"  FMP told that for years and always got a laugh.