words by Jordan Morris | pictures by Charlie Mylie
The little cottontail was cornered, cowering behind two floppy ears against the dirt wall under Grandma Bunny’s stove.
A slender paw with four sharp, well manicured claws reached swiftly under the cast iron feet and batted about amongst the cobwebs.
Fox Rabbit hoisted the small fellow into the air by his scruff.
“Gracious, you’re a quick one.”
The bunny, now held flat against the kitchen table, squirmed and whimpered as Fox Rabbit pulled a neatly pressed handkerchief from his breast pocket.
“Hold still darling, it will only hurt for a moment.”
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