A rabbit walks into a pub, walks up to the bar and orders a pint of bitter and a cheese and onion toastie.
The landlord, while surprised to hear a rabbit speak, let alone order beer and food, was happy enough to serve the rabbit. The rabbit drank the pint, ate the toasties, and left without a word.
The rabbit came back the next day. Hopped up to the bar, ordered a pint of bitter and a cheese and onion toastie. The rabbit drank the beer, ate the toastie and left, again without a word.
Well, this went on for a couple of weeks. The landlord was secretly happy to have such an odd customer turn into a bit of a regular, and the rabbit seemed to enjoy his brief stops at the pub well enough.
Then one day the rabbit hopped in with his usual order. ‘Sorry, rabbit.’ said the landlord, ‘I don’t have a cheese and onion toastie today. How about a nice cheese and tomato toastie?’
The rabbit thought for a moment and said, ‘That’s fine, I’d love to try a cheese and tomato toastie.’ He drank his beer, ate the toastie, and as usual left without a word.
And didn’t come back.
Many months later the landlord was closing up on evening when he heard a noise and felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned around to see a ghostly apparition in front of him.
‘W- who are you?’ He asked, shivering with fright.
‘I AM THE GHOST OF THE RABBIT WHO USED TO VISIT YOUR PUB’ howled the apparition.
‘Oh, oh yes, of course? H- how are you these days?’
‘NOT SO GOOD. I DIED…’
‘I’m sorry to hear that, rabbit… what did you die of?’
‘MIXIN’ MY TOASTIES’