Fruition 1: "duch rabbit pictures"

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I have in my mind Musical Youth, all bright scrubbed naivety, singing "pass the duchy on the left hand side." That song mystified me as a child.
Up in darkest Merseyside (ethnic minority population in 1980: 1) nobody in our small town had the foggiest. I had to move down south*, lose my innocence, and get into fights before I would pick up a grubby dog-eared Smash Hits magazine (then edited by a Pet Shop Boy who barely concealed his repugnance for the target market of 11-13 year old girls) and find that a duchy was a cooking pot.

Shyah, right. As an adult, I conscripted the ex-DH while working in NJ to get me a Dutch Oven from Macy's. I can't lift that fucker, let alone pass it one-handed to the side. How could a little perky bright-eyed rapping boy pass a whole dutch oven of stew to the left? And they were by a campfire on TOTP, that 'duchy' was hot.
Man, I know a secret code when I see one.

Anyway, duch rabbit pictures (see how I cheated? right there?): in my imagination, these innocent little singing gimps have a huge hot cast iron stewpot to get round that campfire somehow. And what's the obvious mental image of a really ferociously overboiled bubbling stewpot (...sorry ... duch?)? Manifestly, only the boiling bunny wabbit from Fatal Attraction can fit this chimera.

Let us not forget logic. Why would the toothy tunesome preteens be hefting a seething scorching cast iron stovepot filled with dead pet rabbit across the campfire to their left? Simple.
Any good catholic knows you seat the person you like least to your left at dinner. (Think back, now...)

Anyway, those are my nearest mental duch rabbit pictures. It could be that a bunny tail or somesuch is common usage amongst Dutch dyslexics to represent a fluffier than expected minge. I like my version. It involves torturing pets and burning ten year old child stars.

* ~ Okay, Musical Youth may not have been the sole motive...

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