Reminds me...
A guy is sitting watching TV one night, and his dog comes in. Seeing that the dog has something in it's mouth he takes a closer look, and realises that it's a dead rabbit. Fearing the worst, he looks out the window into the neighbour's garden. Yes, the hutch is empty. Oh dear...
He can't face telling the nice kids next door that his dog killed their pet rabbit, and after a while he has a brainwave. The rabbit isn't badly mauled, no sign of doggy toothmarks, and he knows it's quite a few years old. Waiting until it's dark, he tidies the dirt off its fur, sneaks over the fence and puts the rabbit back in the hutch, hoping that they'll assume it just died of old age.
Next morning he's out in the garden when he hears great distress and crying from next door. Swallowing the lump of shame in his throat he looks over the fence, and sees the kids in tears, being comforted by their Dad.
"Oh, is the rabbit dead?", with false concern and guilty smile. "No wonder the kids are upset. They've had it for quite a while, though."
"Yes", says the Dad. "In fact it died last weekend. Because they were a bit sad, we gave it a little funeral, and buried it in the flowerbed. Would you believe some sicko's dug it up and put it back in the hutch?"