BY CARMEL KINSELLA
At about eleven or twelve years of age, I was taught the
technique of how to skin a rabbit. It was a regular chore
for a child that time, if you had a supply of them.
In my early married life, here in Toberpatrick when I would
be lucky enough to get a present of a dead one, I would put
several layers of newspaper down onto our kitchen table and
lay the rabbit out on ...
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