so, in lieu of watching the superbowl (or as my dad called it ‘the superboringbowl’) i did what any 28 year old woman would do: watched Little House – the Final Farewell.
which was, um, really uninteresting until the end. in case there are, well, all of you who have never seen this, there was a legal misunderstanding after the sioux treaty fell apart and walnut grove which had been a homestead town on former reservation land, actually belonged to an entrepeneur. so he told everyone, you don’t own your land. you can work for me and still live where you’ve always lived or you can get out of dodge.
a side story had jeb and jason carter raising bunnies to sell for easter gifts.
luckily, charles and caroline came back to town in time for all this to go down.
anyhow, everyone decided they weren’t getting off the land, so the Bad Man brought in the cavalry to evict everyone in 48 hours.
so the townspeople decided to blow all the buildings up, because he owned the land, not the buildings or businesses.
then we had a 20 minute montage of walnut grove blowing up.
and the final shot showed the little house on the prairie overrun with bunnies. obviously.