Friday evening a man came to the hotel taking orders for rabbit.  His father raises rabbits.  Mohammed ordered one to be delivered later that night.  I told the man to make it a fat one and not a skinny one all bones.  Mohamed translated and they both laughed.

Mohammed's wife, Layla, was going to prepare a rabbit lunch for us on Saturday.

Mohammed was gone for an hour or so Saturday morning and upon his return I asked him what he had been doing.  He said that he had gone to get food for the rabbit.  I laughed and said that I thought we were going to eat it, not feed it.  Oh no, he said it was food to eat with the rabbit.  A good laugh.

We had a delicious late lunch t his house......