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<H2><SPAN CLASS="chapn">Chapter <SPAN CLASS="huge">7</SPAN></SPAN> 
    <SPAN CLASS="chapt">... Killer Rabbits<BR> From Hell</SPAN>
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<P>It wasn't long before the gene spread into the general rabbit 
  population in the Australian outback. At first the reports of animal
  deaths were attributed to drought, or to an atypical rise in 
  traditional predators, such as dingos. However, soon both dingos
  and kangaroos started to show up dead, with their bodies shredded 
  and mutilated by  small toothmarks, just as had been previously
  seen with the smaller animals.</P>
<P>The first human victim disappeared on the night of May 22.
  It was hot and dry, and Bert Delancey had been working all
  through the afternoon, trying to get the shearing equipment
  prepared for the next day's competitions. He was hot and thirsty,
  and decided to head into town for a few pints, some food, and 
  the company of his mates. The others from the group had gone into
  town a few hours before, so Bert decided to walk -- no point
  pissin' off the lads at the pub by phonin' for a ride--and it was 
  only a half hour walk, hardly worth the call. It was even starting 
  to cool down, and the thought of some cool, clear air after the 
  hours in the hot, putrid-smelling shearing pit was almost appealing.</P>
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