Tark And Mara Kill All The Bunnies

Tark And Mara Kill All The BunniesTark cast his eyes about the exclusively ruinous restaurant, searching for his wife. It was wedged: all three tables were full. It had an eighteen-month waiting list for reservations, unless of course you owned the maître d’, like Tark. But even he had to give an hour’s notice.

Mara sat in the booth by the window, the seats beside her piled high with shopping bags. Tark’s mental arithmetic was stupendous. Given the size, shape, and handle quality of the bags, he made it seven grand’s worth to her right, and five to her left. He added an extra €11,000 to what he couldn’t see under the table, and congratulated himself on his unrivalled understanding of retail therapy.

“Hello, darling.” Tark slid into the booth and passed his hand over his face. It was their secret signal for an air-kiss. Mara detested public displays of affectation. “Good day?”

“No.” Mara’s lower lip protruded, and Tark unconsciously stiffened against the backrest. A lower lip protrusion was to be treated with the same deference as the hooding of a cobra. Or the cocking of a gun.

“Why’s that, my venomous valentine?”

“It’s Easter, Tark.”

“I don’t deny it.”

“And you know I hate Easter. All that food. Sickly sweet ruination. The end of fasting. Children hunting for fun. Although hunting children for fun, now, that would be a sight to see.”

“It’s illegal, my bitter banshee.”

Tark And Mara Kill All The Bunnies

“Lambs. Springtime. Bloody daffodils.”

Tark sized up his wife. On the surface, she looked the same: undernourished, overdressed, and introspective. But there was something new underneath: a rage which was unusually energetic.

“What’s this really about?”

The waiter arrived, and Mara accepted a menu with bad grace. “The demise of society.” She ran a diamond fingernail down the salad selection before allowing it to come to a decisive rest. “I’ll have the 1997 Château Latour. And some black pepper, and a sheet of rice paper.” She dismissed the waiter and turned her attention back to Tark. “You know how much I adore Lent. All those miserable people, feeling guilty about failing to deny themselves the treats I abhor 52 weeks a year. And sales of my Lenten cookbook took a nosedive last week.”

Tark ordered the Kobe beef steak sandwich, and a bowl of jelly and ice cream. The dessert was one of the quirks which most endeared him to gossip columnists. One of the kitchen staff would phone it in later. “You’re forgetting how well it did. 53,000 sales in the second week of February alone. Not bad for a 40-page anthology of salt-and-pepper soups.”

“Exactly,” said Mara. “This is my time, Tark. And now it’s coming to an end, for another interminable year. Now it’s all chocolate and cutesy rabbits, and fatty meat and cream and – ugh!” Mara held her fist up to her mouth to stifle a little acid reflux. I can’t even bear to talk about it.”

“You know Valentina?” asked Tark. “Our brand manager, for the retro food line?”

“We have a retro food line?” said Mara. “When did we get that?”

Tark realigned his water glass, his butter knife and the salt cellar to resemble a percentage. He liked his table settings to be mathematically pleasing.

“2011. Remember, we used it to cash in on the recession. People were feeling nostalgic for the time when, you know, they had food and whatnot. Our savoury mince line made two million in the first quarter. But our toastable fish fingers broke records.”

“Ah, yes, I remember. And the rice pudding. That did well too.” Mara’s lunch came to the table, and the waiter artfully twisted freshly ground black pepper onto her rice paper. She looked at it with something akin to pleasure before sipping her wine. “So what about Valentina?”

Tark’s mouth watered at the smell wafting through the window from the chip shop next door, but he was content to wait. Nobody wanted a €400 steak to be delivered before at least twenty minutes had gone by. Ordinary restaurants observed the convention of delivering each diner’s food at the same time, but this establishment prided itself on its rudeness. It was worth the 330% premium.

Tark And Mara Kill All The Bunnies

Leave our laaaambs alone

“She’s good on selling fads, and you’re good at making them up. I’m just wondering if you two should get together after Easter and do some magic.”

Mara used the mezzaluna provided to cut a corner from her rectangle of rice paper, and popped it on her tongue. (The rice paper, not the mezzaluna.) As her melt-in-the-mouth meal began to melt away, Mara smiled.

“Bunnies,” she said.

“Interesting,” said Tark, both to his wife, and to the Kobe steak sandwich which had just arrived, delivered by a Samurai warrior, who proceeded to cut it in half with a sword and scream at Tark to enjoy his meal.

“It’s time people ate more rabbit,” said Mara. “It’s meat I can identify with. Tough, lean, stringy, and requires a lot of work to make it palatable. I think it’s time I invented the Bunny Diet.”

“With extra diet points for anyone who kills their own rabbits,” said Tark, through a €63 mouthful of beef.

“Exactly. We’ll see how cute they are then.”

“Might take a swipe at the chocolate rabbit market too,” said Tark.

Mara smiled, and cut herself an extra large sliver of rice paper, before holding her glass out to Tark in celebration.

“Let’s kill all the bunnies, darling.”

Tark And Mara Kill All The Bunnies

This bunny was in mortal peril last year, and escaped… but this year, he won’t see it coming.

 

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  37 comments for “Tark And Mara Kill All The Bunnies

  1. March 26, 2016 at 11:47 am

    Aww poor bunnies 😂😂😂

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    • March 26, 2016 at 1:55 pm

      I look forward to the Bernie Rose Violet Society for the Protection of Cruelty to Bunnies. I’d like to be the first to donate (a vowel, for your acronym).

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  2. March 26, 2016 at 11:53 am

    Hehe

    Off to Google ‘Lenten cookbook’

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  3. March 26, 2016 at 2:24 pm

    Heck, I’m off to google bunny cookbook.

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  4. March 26, 2016 at 2:50 pm

    Ah Mara – so deluded! The only way to eat rice paper is when it’s ‘enrobing’ a teaspoon of sherbet (remember flying saucers – YUM!) 😉

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    • March 26, 2016 at 3:44 pm

      Mara’s lawyer will be suing you for defamation later this evening, Jan. You’re a brave woman.

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  5. March 26, 2016 at 3:13 pm

    The Bunny Diet. Ha ha. That should go over big with the in crowd. 🙂 Their kids will all become vegetarians. By the way, do Tark and Mara have kids? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. 🙂

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    • March 26, 2016 at 3:46 pm

      Oh, it’s common knowledge, Diana. Tark and Mara do not have children. They rented one once, for a photo shoot, but it didn’t work out. Tark is the only short person allowed in the penthouse.

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  6. March 26, 2016 at 6:21 pm

    There are times, such as now, when I feel like I’ve had such a powerful acid trip I can’t remember taking the acid. I’ll come back to this blog post tomorrow and find it’s actually an analysis of Kindle Unlimited ebook returns for February 2016…

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  7. Todd Duffey Writes on Things
    March 27, 2016 at 4:07 am

    Once again, you’ve gone and done wonderful things to an otherwise horrendous revue of religious ideologues perpetuating sales of chocolate idols of animals having nothing to do with anything. Well done (not the steak or rabbit, though – that won’t do at all)! May your character find more times of lack and wont in the near future.

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  8. miladyronel
    March 27, 2016 at 8:20 am

    An enjoyable read… I’m sure my Rotties will like the Bunny Diet 🙂

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  9. March 27, 2016 at 10:54 pm

    Right up my street. The table rearrangement to include the percentage sign is bliss. We have form in our family; there is a line in my forthcoming book (in a letter from my mother) ‘It has been such a week – making Xmas puddings, killing bunnies, …’ My father once made it into the Times (or maybe Telegraph). He had a rabbit vendetta going and would get up at dawn to have a crack at the blighters digging up his lawn. One Easter he left a downstairs window slightly open with the rifle ready… and it was stolen – red faces at home; gleeful copy for bored journalists.

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    • March 28, 2016 at 11:15 am

      At last, some support. Tark and Mara thank you profusely, Hilary. The way some people go on around here, you’d swear killing bunnies at Easter wasn’t the first thing everybody thought of. Your parents sound a hoot. Gleeful copy all round!

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  10. March 29, 2016 at 12:15 am

    At last. I’ve been suffering with extreme withdrawal due to the distinct lack of Tark and Mara on your blog in recent months. Its good to know they are still as dastardly as ever. Please pass on to them that I am their no1 fan. 😊

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    • March 29, 2016 at 7:07 am

      They’ll be even more insufferable, but okay Ali, I’ll do it, seeing as it’s yourself. It’ll be worth it if Tark cracks a smile.

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  11. March 30, 2016 at 3:22 pm

    I eat bunnies for breakfast! No remorse, no penance! I will only eat things that are cute.
    Next Lent, I think I might only eat things that are endangered.

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    • March 30, 2016 at 7:31 pm

      Now that’s what I call fightin’ talk. You’re my hero. And Tark & Mara want you to appear on the cover of their next manifesto. Call me about rates.

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  12. weebluebirdie
    August 5, 2016 at 11:34 am

    What a fabulous piece of writing. You must join myself and Missus Dept. of Spec. in our latest endeavour. We read the same blog – Blathering about nothing – where the fine scribe has done a couple of pieces in the style of Dorothy Parker. In our foolishness, Missus and I asked for homework – questions to be posed to which we would respond in they style of Miss DP. We’re at the musing stage. You should join in 🙂 Or maybe not….you might outwrite us :-/

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    • August 5, 2016 at 12:11 pm

      You’re safe, Birdie…. for now. The list of things I haven’t been writing is now getting so long I’m contemplating having to actually write the list. Any new ventures, including the next adventure for Tark and Mara, are on hold until I can deal with the meat and two veg of novel writing. Sadly it’s been all cauliflower so far.

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