A man lived next to a family that had a little girl, and she had a pet rabbit that she kept in a hutch in her back yard.
The man next door had a dog, which had several times gotten into the neighbor's yard and dug up flowers or otherwise made a mess, so the father of the neighboring family had come over once or twice and told the man that he had to restrain his dog and in no uncertain terms made it clear that his dog was not welcome there, and if it kept coming over the neighbor might call animal control.
One day, the neighbor family was gone someplace, and the man's dog came into the house with something in his mouth. The man took it and discovered it was the neighbor's rabbit, covered with dirt but otherwise still intact. He figured that the dog must have figured out a way to open the rabbit cage and killed the rabbit and dragged it home through the mud and dirt.
Not wanting to incur the wrath of the neighbors again, he hit on a plan. He carefully washed off the rabbit and airdried its coat so that it looked liked it had just been groomed, sneaked into the neighbor's yard (where the door of the hutch was still open) and carefully laid the rabbit inside and closed the door, so that when the little girl found it she'd assume that it had died of natural causes.
A little while later the family got home, and not long after he heard the girl yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs. He figured his plan had worked.
Then a few minutes later he heard a knock at his door, and the father was standing there. He asked the man directly whether he had noticed anyone prowling around in his yard.
"uh,...no," answered the man.
"That's too bad," said the father, "I just wonder what kind of a sicko would take the time to dig up a little girl's dead rabbit that we had just buried this morning, clean it up and put it back in the cage."
I told him that would've been hilarious even if it weren't true.
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