A shepherd saw a rabbit run by, and he also heard the hunter's dogs howling in the distance.
"I better act fast," he thought, and he struck the rabbit on the head, killing it. He then picked up the rabbit and hid it inside his cloak just as the hunter arrived.
"Did you see a rabbit come this way?" asked the hunter.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," replied the shepherd.
The hunter sighed. "I was hoping to roast that rabbit for supper!"
After the hunter left, the shepherd said to himself, "I think I'd prefer rabbit stew."
Inspired by: Mille Fabulae et Una, a collection of Latin fables that I've edited, free to read online. I am not translating the Latin here; instead, I am just telling a 100-word version of the fable.
Notes: This is fable 835 in the book, which is Perry 700. In the original story the hunter talks about eating the rabbit with pepper, while the plowman says he will eat it with salt.