Translated, “Eat me?”
One of my early memories is of my Mom’s disgust with a page in a coloring book I had. It showed an anthropomorphic pig chef cheerfully serving a roast pig on a platter. Neither of these elements considered alone would be considered objectionable, and I guess my powers of conceptual synthesis had not developed to the point where I saw any sort of clash. My mother prevailed upon me not to color that particular page, however, and I can still picture it in my mind as I tried to put it all together.
It says, “Fresh rabbit” ... that’s “El Conejo Fresa”, cognate to “coney”. It’s really no different than an animated chocolate chip cookie from a food consumption point of view.