The poor bunny never had a chance.
He must have innocently popped his head up from his hole at precisely the wrong moment. The blunt force of the bullet or poison dart or whatever they used must have instantly rendered him unconscious and quickly drained the life from his furry white body.
God only knows how the couriers-de-bois managed to sweep his lifeless carcass from the woods of the townships to the heart of the plateau with furious speed and medical accuracy. I think that the body was still deliciously warm when he arrived on our stunning table.
He arrived de-furred and sans-le-tete but otherwise quite whole in the center of our dining area. The staff quickly and clearly disemboweled the creature and portioned the useable meat into distinct sections for each of the four of us. This was served over a delightfully fresh mix of vegetables and potato-based mash. This rabbit did not die in vain.
The name "La Salle A Manger" may be better expressed as "Le Plancher D'Abattage", but if you're a carnivore you're in for a treat. The wine list is outstanding. The service is exceptional. The crowd is gorgeous. The ambiance is slaughterhouse-chic.
A wonderful place to explore. Worth every shot.