Trouble is, if you cook the little buggers, you always end up sticking a bone in somewhere painful.

Then there's the tale of the two bucks, Fred and Bill, in a rabbit farm, who decide to get things organised. "Look'ee here, Fred," says Bill, "If us'n lines up the girls in a row, and I start at this end, and you start at that end, we'll get the job done in 'arf the time."
No sooner said than done, "Thank'ee mar'm, thank'ee mar'm, thank'ee mar'm, thank'ee mar'm, sorry Fred, thank'ee mar'm..."