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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\nOnce upon a time, in July 1807 if you have to be precise, there were two not-quite magical kingdoms: Imperial Russia and the French Empire. They were fighting a petty war over territory with each other, each elbowing the other country and whining there wasn’t enough space to enjoy the fresh air, not with all these mouth breathers around. Everyone was enjoying giving each other the stink eye when finally a compromise was made. Napoleon was given a large swath of territory, owned by the current King of Prussia, who conveniently wasn’t in attendance that day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Enter the scene Napoleon’s Secretary of Staff: Alexandre Berthier. It was Berthier who Napoleon left to organize a celebration over the new land deal and Berthier was over the moon to take on such a grand responsibility. His only real direction was that it was supposed to be a great rabbit hunt. So Bertheir took on the task with the wild zeal of only the kookiest of wedding planners. He sent out invitations to all the great military minds of the day and got settled in. This was going to be great. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Traditionally rabbit hunts in Europe revolve around the hunting of wild hares. Berthier was hosting this event on his property, which he assumed, had wild hares, but upon second thought perhaps he should ensure that there are hares to be caught. He couldn’t have Napoleon over to hunt something and go home empty handed! He’d never hear the end of it! But with only three days until the big event he couldn’t exactly round up a bunch of wild hares. Even if he could what would he do with them?! Instead he decided to go roving over the countryside buying up every domestic rabbit from every farm he could. He carried them in cages and set them up on his property to let loose at just the right moment. Of course being a man of great pride Berthier had gone all out and by the end of his little shopping spree some say he had as many as three thousand bunnies. Nope, there’s no way this could go wrong! <\/p>\n\n\n\n Berthier probably didn’t mention anything about the ravenous rabbits he’d amassed in the days previous, all getting ready to inspire the first act of Watership Downs. That was probably for the best. So as his guests arrived, in full military regalia, each staunchly holding their own rifle, Berthier was all the more pleased. He then led them accidentally into a Lagamorphic ambush. There, standing in the field, they were surrounded on all sides by three thousand very pissed off bunnies, all getting ready to come bounding out of their cages. <\/p>\n\n\n\n When the order was given to open up the cages a hangry little \nfloppy-eared devil by the name of Sir Che Bun Bun III came ferociously \nleaping out his cage screaming his best bunny war cry. He led the charge\n as a monsoon of fluff followed behind him, leading them right to \nNapoleon’s feet where Che Bun Bun stopped momentairily and let out a \ntiny adorable speech that historians think translates as, “Your mother \nwas a hamster and your father smelt of Elderberries! NOW FEED US YOU \nBLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEPS!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Napoleon and the other guests started to laugh at the sight of a swarm of adorable fluffy little bunnies hopping forward but there’s an old wise tale that says you should never underestimate your enemies, no matter how frickin’ adorable they are. That’s when things started to get a bit hare-y. One bunny is indeed cute, two are adorable, but three thousand is a swarm and I have never heard of anything positive in a swarm. The writhing mass dashed forward and started to scrabble up Napoleon’s ankles. “FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED USSSSSSSSSS!” they yelled in the language of French Rabbit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"\/](\"https:\/\/usercontent1.hubstatic.com\/14041558.jpg\")
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