her rabbits would be munching on their bunny kibble or their lettuce or their carrots and whatnot like they was blessed communion wafers , and old mrs. macgillicuddy would be sitting there on the tree stump in her sunday floral dress and sunday bonnet in the spring and summer , and wrapped up in her overcoat during the cold months , and go through go through her sermon reading from a passage from the old testmint , then something from the godspells and then something from the letters or ax , all the time working herself into a fervor to save them bunny souls .