Uncle Stanley fetched the trap out of the hole and brought it right down in front of my face. There it was, a tiny little furry creature, squirming and sad looking, jumping up on the side of the cage. This little leveret was terrified, and if old Uncle Stanley weren't there to scold me about it, I'd just as soon have let the little guy run off to his bunny mommy and daddy.
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